Chapter 228
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair
Chapter 228 A Small Act Of Revenge
âStop meddling in my affairs from now on, and thereâs no need for you to pretend to care
either.â
Ericâs gaze fell on a nearby bucket used for washing paintbrushes. Soaking inside it was a mobile
phone, its battery already removed and swollen from the water.
He rose and walked over to the curtains. With a swift motion, he drew them open, letting the light flood
in. Eileen, who hadnât seen the sun for several days, shielded her eyes from the blinding light,
squinting. âWhat are you doing? Close the curtains!â she suddenly snapped.
âYou have one hour to clean yourself up, then youâre coming back with me.â
âEric, have you lost your mind? Why should I go back? That place is not my home anymore. Itâs your
home with Vera. And if my guess is correct, Sharon is also on your side, isnât she? She has been
secretly adding drugs to the milk Iâve been drinking all these
years.
The moment she saw him, she was reminded of those facts, those unbearable truths. Eileen dropped
the paintbrush in her hand, her head throbbing painfully as she clutched her hair. She got up and
walked to the table, swallowing several pills that could suppress her emotions. With reddened eyes,
she looked at him. âI beg you, donât come here anymore. I hate you, Eric! I hate you! Youâve ruined
everything for me! Youâve tormented me like this!â
Without even bothering to put on her shoes, she rushed back to the room. With a forceful. bang, she
shut the door.
Ericâs deep eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door. At this moment, he didnât even know what he
was thinking!
His mind was a tangled mess of jumbled thoughts and emotions.
Eileen returned to her room, curling up in her bed. She felt as if she was trapped in an abyss, unable to
find her way out no matter how hard she tried.
Later, tired from crying, she wanted to sleep. She thought that a good sleep would make things better.
Perhaps she could even dream of her mother in her sleep.
But ever since she lost her wallet and the photos inside it, Eileen hadnât dreamed of her mother for a
long time.
Eileen swallowed five of the pills she kept by her bedside. Nowadays, she could only rely on these
methods to make herself feel a bit better.
This time, it seemed as if she had dreamt of her mother, and in the haze, she could also hear her
motherâs voice.
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She was dressed in a beige knitted dress, her hair neatly done up. Although her face was not clearly
visible, she could feel the warmth of being held in her motherâs arms.
If sleeping meant being with her mother, Eileen wished she would never wake up for the rest
of her life.
Eric heard what sounded like a medicine bottle falling to the ground. He knocked on the door, but there
was no response from inside.
At that moment, the man forcefully kicked open the door to the room.
Upon entering, the sight of sleeping pills scattered all over the floor and the gloomy room. met his eyes.
Without a second thought, Eric lifted the covers, picked up the person from the bed, and held them
horizontally in his arms.
He brought Eileen to the bathroom before turning on the water. Cold water poured down from the
showerhead, causing Eileen to shiver from the chill. She opened her eyes in a daze, only to see a
multitude of overlapping figures.
Eric was half crouching, one arm wrapped around her as he tilted her forward. His fingers pried open
her mouth, digging at the back of her throat. âWhatever youâve eaten, spit it all
out.â
Eileen struggled weakly, eventually vomiting out the few pills she had managed to eat, along with some
stomach acid. After dealing with this, Eric, who was a bit of a clean freak, casually tossed her into the
large wooden tub. He then proceeded to give her a bath, using hot water to clean her from head to toe.
It was not like he hadnât seen her body before, after all.
After drying her off completely, he carried her out of the bathroom.
âColdâ¦â
The man rummaged through the wardrobe, then brought out another quilt, covering her
with it.
Eric had gotten some vomit on him, so he didnât smell good. Being a man who couldnât tolerate the
slightest filth, he took off his clothes, went to the bathroom, and took a shower.
As dusk fell, Eileen felt as if she was in a furnace.
Feeling uncomfortable, she turned over, only to feel as if her body was being pulled back. A hand was
resting on her waist. At this moment, Eileen seemed to realize something. She turned and saw
someone lying next to her, and neither of them was wearing anything.
Eileen was startled, and with a swift kick, she sent the man on the bed tumbling down.
THE
Thud!
Eileen rose from her bed, wrapping her body with the quilt, and reached over to switch on the bedside
lamp.
After being kicked without any warning, Eric felt a sharp pain radiating from his tailbone.
eyes,
âYouâre becoming more bold, huh?â The man stood up. In a fluster, Eileen averted her refusing to look
at the ugly thing hanging between his legs. âGet dressed and leave,â she said.
Eric casually picked up the sheet from the floor, wrapping it around his lower body. His upper body,
muscular and perfect, showcased his abs. Silently, he left the room and headed. for the living room.
I didnât expect him to be so agreeable today.
Eileen quickly got out of bed, closed the door, and went to the wardrobe to get dressed.
She took a sleeping pill, and by the time it took effect, she had almost forgotten how Eric ended up in
her bed.
The soundproofing of the room wasnât good. A thought suddenly occurred to her, and she moved to the
living room to finish the painting she had left incomplete.
A few days ago, she saw a notification about a painting competition and decided to sign up.
Today was the final day for submitting the draft of the artwork. At seven in the evening, representatives
from the organizers would come to collect the drafts.
There was still an hour and a half left.
Eric was answering a call on the balcony. Eileen didnât have time to bother with him. Having not eaten
all day, she grabbed a piece of toast nearby. The painting was almost complete.
Luckily, she finished her painting in the last half hour.
Smoke wafted in from the window.
Unbeknownst to her, the manâs gaze was fixed on her painting. Although he didnât understand art, he
could still perceive that this painting was brimming with light and hope.
Eileen heard a knock at the door and assumed it must be someone from the event
organizers.
She allowed the painting to dry before carefully rolling it up.
Upon reaching the door and opening it, she discovered Gavin standing there, holding a
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paper bag.
Gavin wasnât surprised when he saw her. âMs. Eileen.â
âWhat brings you here?â
âIâm delivering clothes to Mr. Snow.â
Eileen extended her hand. âHeâs unable to answer the door at the moment. Give them to me.â
Ericâs eyebrows raised slightly.
Gavin was taken aback, wondering when their relationship had changed again.
But in the next moment, Gavin realized he had been overthinking it. Eileen took the bag of clothes from
him and nonchalantly tossed it from the third floor.
Gavinâs eyes widened. âYouâ¦â
Eileen didnât say much. She grabbed the keys hanging by the door, took the painting, and left
immediately.
They could take their time finding the clothes.
Just then, Eric emerged.
Gavin looked at the man, his upper body bare, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Doesnât Mr. Snow despise Ms. Eileen? Why would he sleep with her?
âWhere are my clothes?â
âMs. Eileen threw them down. Iâm going to retrieve them right away.â
Eric watched as Eileen disappeared down the corridor with the drawing in her hand, his gaze
darkening.
As soon as Eileen descended the stairs, she bumped into a young man dressed in a Boundless Tech
uniform. Eileen stopped him and inquired, discovering that he was a staff member of the event
organizer.
The young man handed her a registration form for the competition. After completing it, she observed
Gavin hastily descending the stairs, undoubtedly on his way to retrieve Ericâs clothes. This small act of
revenge lifted her spirits considerably.
After filling out the form, Eileen went for a stroll in the vicinity.
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In truth, she didnât know where to go.