Chapter 150
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. âEric, youâre nothing but a
beast!â
Eric grabbed the pillow and retorted, âDonât you like me that way?â
âI donât like you anymore, Eric! I donât like you anymore!â Eileen cried out in a roar.
âWhether you like it or not, itâs not up to you to decide. Donât think that just because youâve gone to the
Smith residence, I canât do anything to you!â Eric walked up to her, reaching out to brush aside the
strands of hair stuck together by tears. âThe Smith residence? Do you really think you can stay there
forever? Eileen, donât forget your surname!â
Eileen forcefully slapped his hand away. The faint red marks on her neck, all left by him, were barely
visible.
âEric, youâll get whatâs coming to you!â
A glint of somber danger flashed in the manâs 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
Iâm merely the adopted son of the Swan family. If I canât let her go, itâs better to keep her by my side
forever. Iâll be her protector, and sheâll have to rely on me for the rest of her life.
âIf 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, wouldnât you? His words, like a spell, bewitched her. âAs long as you behave
yourself, Eileen, Iâll also care for you.â
Eileen retorted, âI donât need your affection. Youâre despicable!â
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.
âEric, let go of me! Donât touch me!â
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The mas whispered huskily in her ear. âScream! Scream louder and let her hear you. He gripped
Eileenâs chin, forcing her to lift her head to look at the camera on the ceiling facing the bed. âDonât
forget whose room this is! Donât you remember what we just did? You wouldnât 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. âNo! No! It was you who dragged me
into the room. I didnât want this to happen! You forced yourself upon me!â
Who do you think would believe you? Eileen, not only my foster father, but everyone in the mansion
knows how many tactics youâve used to force me to marry you in the future.â
Eric savored her scent, his face buried in the crook of her neck, planting a kiss.
Eileen was seething with rage. âYou b*stard!â
âEileen, why wouldnât you listen to advice? Isnât it better to stay at the Swan residence:â
âYouâre the one who drove me away! You were trying to kill me!â
âSo, Iâm giving you this opportunity⦠The day Will returns, move back from the Smith residence, or
else youâll face the consequences!â
Eileen no longer struggled in vain nor dared to scream loudly again. Tears silently fell once. more. âYou
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!â
Hate? So what? Eric didnât 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. âTake off your clothes
and wash up. The bedâs dirty. Change the sheets and duvet cover as well.â
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 didnât 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 didnât 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 wouldnât be able to bear it
After taking a bath, Eileen put on the clothes she had left there before She didnât 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, âCome Let seat
I donât want to eat Iâm leavingâ Eileen didnât look at him.
Her restaner wonât make a differenceâ Eric had always disliked repeating himself
âAre you defying meâ Ericâs 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 didnât 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.
âIâll take you home later, and we can stop by the mall on the way. Letâs buy some clothes. Youâre likely
to catch a cold wearing such thin clothing,â Eric said.
With a trembling hand, Eileenâs fork slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.
She quickly picked it up and said, âN-No need. I already have plenty of clothes. Iâll on my own later.â
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âHow about Sharon? I remember she hasnât changed that coat for three or four years.â Eric took the
dirty fork and fetched a new one from the kitchen for her. âYou care about her so much. If you truly
consider her as family, shouldnât you have shown her some filial piety all these years?â
Is he planning to use Sharon as an excuse? What is he up to? Eileen didnât know if there was anything
he couldnât 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 didnât scold her.
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Thereâs a little bit let Finish: it up. Iâll wait for you.â
Eileen lowered her head. âI really donât want to eat anymore.â Her voice was soft and melodious.
Eric glanced at his wristwatch. âGo to the couch and bring me my coat.â
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 thatâs what he wants in a wife. What rights does he have, though? Heâre not
married! Why should I listen to him?
Eileen stood her ground. âIâm not your housekeeper. Get your own things!â