Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 242 Losing Control

The recent struggle had caused her to break out in a fine sweat, and her thin nightgown had been torn open, revealing skin so fair it seemed to glow. Her expression of embarrassment and anger only served to tighten Eric’s stomach as if she were a delicate flower ready to be plucked at will.

The man unabashedly sized her up, his gaze intense, as if he was trying to see right through her.

Eileen didn’t want to look at him. She turned her face toward the heavy curtains. There, where her collarbone delicately dipped, the man leaned over and kissed her again, leaving a trail of marks that belonged solely to harm

Since Mary had left, no matter how much Eileen resisted, she couldn’t avoid what was coming.

In the entire mansion, there were only the two of them.

It seemed as if Eileen fate was sealed. No matter what, she would sull be tainted. Although… Eric wouldn’t proceed to the final step, entering her body, but she was afraid that he would ignite her desire at the slightest touch, making her devoid of any self-control.

When Will left, it seemed as if the entire Swan family had become his.

Eric’s patience was completely worn out.

“Let me choose for you, then. The man had already unbuckled the metal clasp. pulling down the zipper and revealing his unappealing thing. It seemed to touch Eileen’s chin causing her to struggle violently, her face burning. With her eyes closed, she said. “You bastard, get up.”

“Hush, it will be over soon…”

About forty minutes later. Eileen casually grabbed something to wipe off the stuff on her chest and face, then directly tossed it onto his head.

“I really want to kill you, you bastard. Get out of my sight.”

Eric, unfazed, pulled off the shin from his head and tossed it into a corner. Then, bare-bodied, he stood

and effortlessly lifted the girl on the bed into his arms.

up

ran off the bed from the other side. The room door was already slightly ajar and in the next

it was

Eric, she found herself pressed against the door,

waist…

woman possesses waist dimples, apart

kinds of power and transactions. Among all the women he had encountered,

guts, kicking wherever

your lineage will end

bend slightly, and tilted his head to indulge her

urging her to tighten her legs around him. “If I am to die. I want to die

her. He

is nothing more than

way in, nestled between her

over an hour, he continued to move back and forth

go. Eileen felt so weak she was like a puddle of mud, about to slump to the ground. Enic promptly picked her up

lazy to lift a finger, her mind in a complete fog. It must be said, aside from his daily fits of passion. Eric was also quite the

resented

twenty hours, waking up at half past four in the morning.

the same bed.

a furnace. She stared blankly our the window. For some

gently guide her back. So, after all these years, she still hadn’t

decade, ingrained in one’s bones, how could it be easily

for living again. Eileen would have almost forgotten

looked up at him, observing him

moment, the still relatively young Eric’s face overlapped with that of Eric

a unique, steady aura about him that not everyone possessed. No matter how dangerous or difficult things got, as long as he was by her side, he could provide a sense

had thinning hair. Eric was very disciplined, leading in everything from physique to status. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be

no one could make him

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played the role of an extremely magnanimous good wife. The blissful “Mrs. Snow”

filled with happiness. Most of the time,