Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 114 Threaten

Suddenly, a strong force gripped her wrist, causing Eileen to stagger and almost fall.

Eric pulled her towards the study and threw her in, his movements swift and decisive, closing the door and locking it from outside.

Sharon hurried over, questioning, “Mr. Snow, what are you doing?”

Knocks echoed from within the study. “What are you doing? Let me out, Eric, you jerk! What right do you have to lock me up?”

Eric secured the door and withdrew the key, his expression grim. “Without my orders, no one is to bring her food,” he declared.

He then said to Eileen, “You’ll be let out as soon as you’ve realized your mistakes! I’d like to see how you’re going to stop me from interfering in your affairs!”

Vera was awakened by the noise outside. Pressing herself against the back of her room door, she listened intently to the commotion. Are Eric and Eileen quarreling?

When it was seven-thirty, Vera emerged from her room, taking a seat to eat breakfast. The atmosphere in the living room was tense. As she sipped her porridge, she looked up and asked, “Eric, isn’t today a workday? Don’t you have to go to work today?”

Eric, still in his loungewear, was engrossed in the latest financial newspaper, emitting an intense aura. “I’m working from home today. I’ll have Gavin drive you to school in a bit.”

“Oh… okay.”

As Vera left, she cast a glance at the tightly shut door of the study.

Eric has always been gentle-tempered, humble, and polite to others, rarely losing his temper. What exactly happened between him and Eileen?

Sharon was about to say something when she emerged to clear the dishes from the table, but Eric spoke up first. “I’ll be home, Sharon. You can take the day off today.”

Is Mr. Snow determined to keep Eileen locked up for a whole day? This child has never suffered much since she was young. How can she possibly take this?

Trying to reason with Eric on Eileen’s behalf, she began, “Eileen is still young and ignorant-”

However, she was interrupted by Eric.

She’s eighteen now. She should have the

his hand and standing up with one hand in his pocket. He then returned to his

I can’t believe this

three in the afternoon. Finally, the door to the study was opened. The room was dim, with the lights off and curtains drawn, enveloping it in complete darkness. Eric reached for the switch

the couch, the bandage on the back of her hand soaked with blood, which

resembled a lifeless doll,

approached, his deep-set eyes penetrating as he looked down at her. “Have

the couch, attempting to escape his gaze. However, in his presence, she felt as if she was suffocating, unable

palm gripping her wrist.

Don’t

as though she had been crying, and her complexion appeared worn out, carrying a hint

backpack. Stepping into the hall, she efficiently arranged the books in her bag, slinging

stepped out of the study, positioning himself

way.

her. She’ll forget

talking to me again. Second, I can take you back to school, but from now on, you must be home by nine. If you’re going to be later than that, you need to let

Vera! I have nothing

out to turn the doorknob. As she opened the

across, who was

her

her. Eileen could

for years, and you even had someone attack me… And now you’re playing the role of an older brother figure.

in front of her leaned in suddenly, and she felt a soft sensation against her lips.

her passionately and vigorously, as if

kiss persisted until she bit down

brief pause, his actions intensified, and he persistently bit down on her soft lip, enduring the pain. Eileen struggled hard in

like poison, addictively

his plan, then what is this? Is he kissing me

his anger came from. Is there anything wrong with what

was well aware of the fact that she was averse to him

also knew what he