Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

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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The mas whispered huskily in her ear. “Scream! Scream 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 this is! Don’t you remember what we just did? You wouldn’t want others to know

that a high school student who has recently grown into an adult is shamelessly seducing her own

brother!

Eileen shook 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! You forced yourself upon me!”

Who do you think would believe you? Eileen, not only my foster father, but everyone in the mansion

knows how many tactics you’ve used to force me to marry you in the future.”

Eric savored her scent, his face buried in the crook of her neck, planting a kiss.

Eileen was seething with rage. “You b*stard!”

“Eileen, why wouldn’t you listen to advice? Isn’t it better to stay at the Swan residence:”

“You’re the one who drove me away! You were trying to kill me!”

“So, I’m giving you this opportunity… The day Will returns, move back from the Smith residence, or

else you’ll face the consequences!”

Eileen no longer struggled in vain nor dared to scream loudly again. Tears silently fell once. more. “You

clearly dislike me, so why are you doing this? Eric, if you treat me like this, I will hate you for the rest of

my life!”

Hate? So what? Eric didn’t take her insignificant hatred to heart and let her go, standing up.

Eileen sat on the bed like a broken, unconscious doll, her eyes vacant.

The man pulled out a black shirt from the wardrobe and tossed it onto the bed. “Take off your clothes

and wash up. The bed’s dirty. Change the sheets and duvet cover as well.”

Eric walked 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 door and left.

Eileen didn’t linger in his 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 was still stained with

that filthy, dirty substance. Under the shower, she scrubbed incessantly at the sides of her legs.

A look of near despair was in her eyes as scenes of being used by Eric as a tool for his desires. kept

surfacing in her mind.

Even though he didn’t cross that ultimate line, everything Eric did to her was enough to make it an

unforgettable experience in her life, becoming a nightmare she could never shake

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for the rest of her days.

It he were to rape her that day, she definitely wouldn’t be able to bear it

After taking a bath, Eileen put on the clothes she had left there before She didn’t want to Souch any of

his belongings, as they made her feel disgusted.

Seeing her emerge, Ene appeared nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. He placed a bow! of

noodles on the dining table and said, ‘Come Let seat

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

Her restaner won’t make a difference’ Eric had always disliked repeating himself

“Are you defying me” Eric’s voice deepened.

Eileen was traumatized by him, and she was filled with disgust as she approached him.

Eileen slowly made her way over and took a seat Eric handed her a fork, which she accepted. without

daring to raise her head.

There was a poached egg on the plate, but she didn’t like eating the yolk.

Eric scooped out all the remaining noodles from the pot. That was the first time they had shared a meal

together at the dining table.

Eileen ate slowly, enduring his occasional advances. All she could do was tolerate it.

“I’ll take you home later, and we can stop by the mall on the way. Let’s buy some clothes. You’re likely

to catch a cold wearing such thin clothing,” Eric said.

With a trembling hand, Eileen’s fork slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

She quickly picked it up and said, “N-No need. I already have plenty of clothes. I’ll on my own later.”

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“How about Sharon? I remember she hasn’t changed that coat for three or four years.” Eric took the

dirty fork and fetched a new one from the kitchen for her. “You care about her so much. If you truly

consider her as family, shouldn’t you have shown her some filial piety all these years?”

Is he planning to use Sharon as an excuse? What is he up to? Eileen didn’t know if there was anything

he couldn’t do.

Eileen took her time to leisurely enjoy the bowl of noodles for half an hour.

That was the only time he saw her procrastinate and didn’t scold her.

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There’s a little bit let Finish: it up. I’ll wait for you.”

Eileen lowered her head. “I really don’t want to eat anymore.” Her voice was soft and melodious.

Eric glanced at his wristwatch. “Go to the couch and bring me my coat.”

With his casual instruction, it was as if Eileen was instantly transported back to her past life, to the way

they used to interact with each other. Whatever he said, I would do accordingly. He never needed to

repeat himself. I guess that’s what he wants in a wife. What rights does he have, though? He’re not

married! Why should I listen to him?

Eileen stood her ground. “I’m not your housekeeper. Get your own things!”

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