Chapter 232
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair
Chapter 232 Is It Not Enough?
Eileen was forcefully seated in the chair. Eric picked up the fork and took a bite of the food. âSee? Itâs
not drugged.â
Eileen couldnât understand his actions. Hasnât he been wishing for my death? Why, then, is he now
concerned about my well-being? He took my snacks away, yet he served me food, something he never
used to do before.
She wasnât sure if it was because she had gone too long without eating, but she didnât have any
appetite. Her stomach churned, and she felt nauseous.
Clutching her clothes with an expressionless face, she stared at the used fork. Even if the food wasnât
drugged, she had no desire to eat anything he brought.
She didnât believe he would be so kind-hearted.
âI⦠Iâm not hungry at all.â Eileen tried to stand up and escape, but the man behind her pressed her
shoulder down, forcing her to remain seated.
âDo you want me to feed you personally?â
âNo,â Eileen instinctively refused without even thinking about it.
With a hint of hesitation, she extended a trembling hand and grabbed a tissue from the side. She slowly
wiped the fork.
Eric watched her with a dark expression on his face.
Eileen ate slowly. Eric retrieved a comb from the bathroom and combed her hair from behind. Her hair
had been washed the day before and still carried a sweet scent of strawberries.
Eileen remained rigid, not daring to move. In his room, she felt out of place.
She only finished the chicken stew, hardly touching anything else.
âIâve finished eating. Iâm going to wash up.â
Eric didnât stop his movements. He combed through her hair over and over again as it addicted. âEat
everythingâ
âI really canât eat anymore.â
âEven so, you have to eat
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Eric lifted his gaze, catching a glimpse of the barely concealed disgust on the personâs face in the
mirror. Nevertheless, she suppressed her revulsion.
After he untangled her hair, he took a purple hair tie out of the drawer beside her and tied her hair back.
It was a birthday gift he had brought back from Seatown, which she had kept untouched because she
cherished it so much.
Unable to bear it any longer, Eileen stood up. âWhat exactly are you trying to do?â
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.
With Will away, all she would accomplish by angering him was inviting trouble.
Suppressing her irritation, Eileen calmly said, âThank you for the meal today. Iâm quite full. You can go
about your business. Donât worry about me.â
The detached look in her gaze made Eric narrow his eyes. âIf youâre done eating, go downstairs and
take a walk. Donât stay in your room all day.â
âI will,â she replied, effectively dismissing him.
In other words, she was saying that there was no need for him to interfere in her affairs.
Eileen turned and walked to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and the untied strands of
her hair fell down. The weariness in her eyes was unmistakable, even in the reflection of the bathroom
mirror.
She took off the hair tie, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. She casually tossed the
object in her hand into the sink. Sitting on the toilet lid, she forced herself not to let her mind wander.
It was Monday, and she should be at school. Whether it was Jennifer, Jacob, or the former class leader
of Class Six, they all had high hopes for her. Yet, there she was, hiding like at coward, cutting off all
contact with the outside world.
Eileen didnât know if the person outside had left. Nor did she know how long she had been. sitting in the
bathroom. But at that moment, she never wanted to step out of that door for the rest of her life.
If God watched me endure miserable and wretched days in my past life yet now allows me to still suffer
in excruciating pain as I did after being reincarnated, whatâs the point of it when Iâm back to square one,
unable to escape Ericâs revenge despite desperately wanting to change everything? I had thought
everything I did could free me from my original path. Alas, I find that no matter how hard I try or
whatever I do to change things, what was meant to happen would still come to pass. Iâm forever living
under Ericâs shadow.
The sound of the door handle being pressed down caused Eileen to instinctively lift her
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head. Her eyes met the manâs assertive and invasive gaze. He hasnât left?
Eric noticed the hair tie in the sink, and a storm seemed to brew in his eyes. Nevertheless, he managed
to keep his composure.
âAre you coming out on your own, or should I come in and escort you?â
Eileen came out of the bathroom without saying a word.
âTake your medicine.â
On the table were two pills on a tissue and a glass of warm water.
Whenever she felt depressed in the past, she would always take an extra pill.
Indeed, it was time for her to take her medicine.
âThank you.â Eileen picked up the pills and swallowed them. The water was just the right temperature,
and she used it to wash them down.
âPlease leave. I want to be alone.â
âIsnât it enough after all this fuss? Are you planning to skip school and continue like this? Is this what
you meant by leaving, locking yourself in your room?â Eric grabbed her hand and dragged her out of
the room.
âWhat are you doing? Let go of me! Eric⦠let go of me!â Eileen was dragged down the stairs. by him,
nearly stumbling several times.
While stepping onto the landing, she accidentally twisted her ankle. Unfortunately, he was oblivious to
it. The piercing pain made it impossible for Eileen to walk properly. By the time they reached the living
room, the staff had already begun preparing lunch.
When Eric released his hold on her, Eileen fell to the ground without warning. Seeing that, all the staff
in the mansion lowered their heads and kept their distance.
She struggled to get back on her feet, but the intense pain shooting through her ankle made it
impossible.
Eric noticed her red and swollen ankle, his gaze fixated on it.
Watching as he extended a hand to her, Eileen stood up. Disregarding her injured ankle, she pushed
Eric away and hobbled up the stairs as if running tor her life with support from the railing.
Eric ordered Mary to bring a bottle of safflower oil upstairs.
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He stood with one hand on his hip and the other partially covering his eyes. Have I pushed too hard?
Never before had he felt so drained and helpless towards someone.
Once again, the person in charge of the planning department at Smith Corporation was kicked out of
the CEOâs office, for what seemed like the hundredth time.
The wide-open door revealed a floor scattered with rejected proposals.
âSmith Corporation does not tolerate incompetence. This is your final chance. If you cannot provide me
with a satisfactory proposal this time, all of you from the department can leave.â
âYes, yes, Mr. Smith. I will revise the proposal immediately.â
Fabian stepped out of the elevator, holding a bag of medication in his hand, intended to control
Jasperâs emotions.
Ever since Eileen uttered those words, the couple had ceased communication. Jasper had not returned
to the Smith residence for several days.
For the past few days, he had remained at the company, working overtime without going home, with
the entire company supporting him.
Fabian himself had not had a good nightâs sleep for over a week.
He attempted to call Eileen, but her phone was switched off. Despite numerous attempts, he was
unable to reach her.
In truth, he believed that Eileen was not wrong. A relationship between two people could not
accommodate a third person. Since Jasper could not bear to part with her, he should end. things with
Nancy and bring Eileen back.
Fabian held a rolled-up piece of drawing paper as he entered the office. âMr. Smith, we have received
an entry from Ms. Eileen for the art competition co-hosted by our company.â