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.

the judgment of an

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

a worried glance toward the study. I can’t believe this child… How can she

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

gaze fell on the person curled up on the couch, the bandage on the

resembled a lifeless doll,

as he

couch, attempting to escape his gaze. However, in his presence, she felt as

rough palm gripping her wrist. Instinctively, Eileen shook off his hand

Don’t touch me!”

her complexion appeared worn out, carrying

Stepping into the hall, she efficiently arranged the books in her bag, slinging it over her

already stepped out of the study, positioning himself

way.

her. She’ll forget

room and calm down completely before talking to me again. Second, I can take you back to school, but from now on, you must be

taking care of Vera! I have nothing to say to a

hand reaching out to turn the doorknob. As

hand shot out, forcefully shutting it. The neighbor across, who was about to step out, was

forcefully pinning her against the

if they could tear through her. Eileen could feel the restrained fury

even had someone attack me… And now you’re playing

a soft sensation against her lips.

her passionately and vigorously, as if he had lost

the wall as she gasped for breath. The kiss persisted until she bit down hard on his lips.

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

was like

what is this? Is he kissing me out of anger? Why is he angry?

where his anger came from. Is there anything wrong with what she said? Every word she

of the fact that she was averse to him and deliberately distancing herself from him, even avoiding

he also