Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 150 Not Your Housekeeper

It took an hour to serve the noodles to Sharon.

Eric entered the room from outside and looked at the person shivering on the bed. Her school uniform was wrinkled and disheveled. In moment of forgetfulness, a button had been torn off and was nowhere to be found.

Tears streaked her face, making her look utterly pitiful.

Upon seeing him, Eileen casually grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Eric, you’re nothing but a beast!”

Eric grabbed the pillow and retorted, “Don’t you like me that way?”

“I don’t like you anymore, Eric! I don’t like you anymore!” Eileen cried out in a roar.

“Whether you like it or not, it’s not up to you to decide. Don’t think that just because you’ve gone to the Smith residence, I can’t do anything to you!” Eric walked up to her, reaching out to brush aside the strands of hair stuck together by tears. “The Smith residence? Do you really think you can stay there forever? Eileen, don’t forget your surname!”

Eileen forcefully slapped his hand away. The faint red marks on her neck, all left by him, were barely visible.

“Eric, you’ll get what’s coming to you!”

A glint of somber danger flashed in the man’s eyes, causing his heart to suddenly sink. Those stubborn eyes only served to further unsettle his mind. Her words seem to be reminding me of something. Does she already know? Impossible. If she really knew, she would only distance herself further from me. Let those matters be buried in the abyss forever, never to see the light of day again. She is just herself, and I’m merely the adopted son of the Swan family. If I can’t let her go, it’s better to keep her by my side forever. I’ll be her protector, and she’ll have to rely on me for the rest of her life.

“If I were to descend into hell, I would surely take you with me, Eileen. For the sake of love, you would even sacrifice your life, wouldn’t you? His words, like a spell, bewitched her. “As long as you behave yourself, Eileen, I’ll also care for you.”

Eileen retorted, “I don’t need your affection. You’re despicable!”

She struggled to her feet, ready to leave.

Before her feet could even touch the ground, Eric swiftly grabbed her by the collar, spinning around to hold her captive in his embrace.

“Eric, let go of me! Don’t touch me!”

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louder and let her hear you. He gripped Eileen’s chin, forcing her to lift her head to look at the camera on the ceiling facing the bed. “Don’t forget whose room

her head, a tremor uncontrollable within her heart. “No! No! It was you who dragged me into the room. I didn’t want this to happen!

believe you? Eileen, not only my foster father, but everyone in the mansion knows how many

buried in the crook of her neck,

with rage.

to advice? Isn’t it better to stay

drove me away! You were trying to

back from the Smith residence,

why are you doing this? Eric, if you treat me like this,

Eric didn’t take her insignificant hatred to heart and let her go, standing

sat on the bed like a broken, unconscious doll,

it onto the bed. “Take off your clothes and

to the door, picked up the long Blake socks that had fallen on the ground, and hung them on the back of the chair. Then, he closed the

room. She ran to the room where she had previously lived with. Vera. She took off her school uniform and threw it all into the trash can. The hem of her skirt

being used by Eric as a tool

was enough to

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of her days.

her that day, she definitely wouldn’t be able to

put on the clothes she had left there before She didn’t want to Souch

as if nothing had happened. He placed a bow! of

want to eat I’m leaving” Eileen didn’t look at

difference’ Eric had

me” Eric’s voice deepened.

traumatized by him, and she was filled with disgust as