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

it. Seizing the opportunity, Eileen ran off the bed from the

“bang. it was forcefully shut again.

herself pressed against the door, her exquisite

waist…

every woman possesses waist dimples, apart from some well-shaped

been in the business world, having witnessed all kinds of power and transactions. Among all the women he

got guts, kicking wherever you

will end with

head to indulge her fully. With such a fiery temper, it seemed she wouldn’t be seeking death anytime

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

humiliation in her eyes deepening. Eric had never loved her. He had

is nothing more than this body…

squeezed its way in,

an hour, he continued to move back and forth on top of her

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

must be said, aside from his daily fits of passion. Eric

satisfaction, yet she resented it,

twenty hours, waking up at half past four

the same bed. Eileen’s back was pressed tightly

window. For some reason, it gave feeling that she hadn’t been reincarnated at

fall asleep, holding her from behind. Even when she turned over, he would gently guide her back. So, after all these years, she still

be easily changed? Eileen

appeared to be almost fony. If it weren’t for living again. Eileen would have almost forgotten what the young Eric looked

up at him, observing him intently….

Eric’s face overlapped with that of Eric in

his forties, Eric had grown even more mature. His features were deeper and more captivating, and there was a unique, steady aura about him that not everyone possessed. No matter how

the circle of the elite, men of his age were either out of shape or had thinning hair. Eric was very disciplined, leading in everything from physique to status. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many outstanding women constantly thinking about him. How many mistresses had come to her

could make him look at them…

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magnanimous good wife. The blissful “Mrs.

those scattered memories were seldom filled with happiness. Most