Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

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Chapter 156 Took Your Place

Confronting him directly would not be beneficial, especially since someone might come and see them.

Enduring the strange sensation swirling within her body, she asked, “Why would I interrupt you when

you’re busy socializing and discussing business?”

“Can’t you at least send a message?” He furrowed his brows.

Fileen was momentarily speechless, then she said, “What else will you do to me other than this? You

know I don’t like it.”

As her words fell, the man nuzzled her ear, like a lustful animal that could be aroused at any time and

place.

His suit carried the lingering scent of perfume, likely from another woman, its strong fragrance making

her feel somewhat uneasy.

The man’s deep, magnetic voice cut through the silence. “So, what do you like? Do you enjoy it when I

kiss you?”

As he spoke, he seized Eileen’s chin, gently turning her head to the side, and engaged her in a

passionate kiss. The remnants of alcohol on his breath overwhelmed his taste buds with bitterness.

The young lady’s whimpers as she struggled only served to further ignite his beastly desires.

Eileen felt his hand moving downwards, and her eyes widened in shock, her voice a muffled whisper.

“No… Not here! Are you crazy?”

“Clamp it tighter! Ten minutes is enough!”

“No!”

“Be good.” He kissed her again, as if rewarding her.

The distinct sound of a metallic zipper being pulled echoed in the quiet surroundings.

“Eric, you b*stard!” she snapped.

He does this to me the moment we meet. Does he really think of me as a prostitute who sells her body

for money?

Half an hour later, Eileen felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body.

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suddenly scooped up the eble Fileen into his armres

Hecheeks sell flushed, she wrapped her hands around his neck clinging to him as she waki asked

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Where are you taking me

Do you want to stay here and risk getting discovered Frie glanced at her

He camed her back to another private room, while he entertained clients in the room next

Eileen was alone in the private room. After a short while, the door to the room was opened. and a

variety of dishes were served.

Miss, these are the clothes Mr. Snow has instructed us to give you”

“Leave it there,” she said.

“Alright. Do you need your clothes cleaned? It will take about an hour. The changing room is over

there,” the server pointed out.

Anyone with eyes could understand the situation by looking at Eileen. Primas Plaza wasn’t only famous

for its luxurious entertainment centers, but also for its workforce. The individuals they catered to were

not just anyone-there were high-ranking figures, affluent second-generation heirs, prominent officials,

and occasionally encounters with department heads, bureau chiefs, or even billionaires weren’t out of

the ordinary.

Besides delivering exceptional service, a cardinal rule for the staff was absolute discretion: regardless

of what they witnessed or overheard, they were bound to keep it confidential.

Faced with such occurrences, they had all become accustomed to maintaining an unwavering silence.

Accepting the clothes. Eileen went to the bathroom. She casually rinsed them with warm water. Having

changed into fresh clothes, she handed the soiled garments to them.

Half an hour later, the door to the private room swung open once more. Eileen glanced up momentarily

but promptly lowered her head, resuming her focus on the meal.

Eric approached, settling beside her and effortlessly lifting her into his arms. “Is it good?” he asked,

taking the fork she had been using. Without hesitation, he used her fork to taste some food.

It’s not like this is the only fork Eleen mumbled and struggled boar he doin’t let her escape

Where are you going later

Skyline Building”

The place you sent someone to prolate me

Need me to give you a ride?

“No The Sunth family’s driver is waiting. He will take me there,” Eileen replied.

Knock Knock Knock!

The door to the private room was knocked.

“Come in,” Eric said.

Eileen didn’t want outsiders to see them in such an intimate manner and wanted to get off him, but he

simply wouldn’t allow it.

The one who entered was Gavin.

“Ms. Eileen’s clothes are washed.”

Eric said indifferently, “Leave it there.”

“Yes, sir.”

After putting the clothes down, Gavin exited the room.

Eileen wriggled. “Let go of me! I need to change my clothes.”

Eric held her slender waist. “Sit down here and accompany me for a meal.”

Eileen turned her face to the other side.

“Would you like some soup?” He held the spoon up to her lips.

“I’m full. You go ahead and eat.”

“Be good, okay?” His tone carried an underlying threat, his eyes narrowing slightly. Only then did he

finally let go of her waist.

His eyes traced the contours of her slender, well-defined shoulders, adorned with faint kiss marks.

Gazing further down her V-neckline, he discovered even more. Satisfied with his creation, he couldn’t

help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

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Sitter you’re tull, let’s-

Before he could tush his sentence, Eileen scused the ill intenton in his gaze and seized the opportunity

to slip away from his lap. “You enjoy your meal I don’t have the time to keep

your company

Clutching the freshly laundered clothes and swiftly retreating to the bathroom, she firmly

locked the door

Ten minutes later, she reemerged after changing, Holding the worn garment, she tossed it directly onto

Eric’s face

Unfazed, he pulled the clothes down from his face. “Feeling confident now, huh?” He raised it to his

nose, inhaling deeply. The fabric still retained the lingering warmth of the young girl and carried her

sweet fragrance. Suddenly, a tightness gripped his lower abdomen.

His urge grew even stronger.

Eileen’s ears blazed a deep crimson, burning hot.

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“Go to hell!” she snapped. What a pervert!

Acting on her instincts, she dashed out of Primas Plaza.

Just before stepping outside, Eileen gave herself a quick once-over, ensuring that every aspect of her

appearance was impeccable. Only then did she allow herself to relax as she settled into the car.

Upon entering the car, she arrived at Skyline Building.

After two to three hours of training, she spent the remainder of her time at the library.

Elm had arrived earlier and, while waiting for her, he had already completed several sets of

test papers.

Even on her days off, Eileen had no spare time for other activities.

Her own progress had also been significantly delayed.

Elm stopped writing and set his pen down when he saw Eileen sit across from him. “You’re finally here!

You’re certainly busy!”

“The traffic was quite congested on my way here she explained, retrieving her study materials and

skillfully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. From her belongings, she produced a gift bag.

“This is the reward I mentioned last time. I always keep my promises.”

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in opened the bag, revealing a pair of sleek black gloves. A satisfied sinile appeared on his Tipis

This was also the first time he had received a gift from her.

“Have you been following me?”

Eileen, who had just taken out a pen from her pencil case, looked confused. “What do you

mean?”

Elin then placed the pink gift bag that was by his feet onto the table. “I don’t want people to say that I’m

dependent on others. Here’s a return gift.”

Is it also a glove?”

Curious. Eileen opened it and took a look. Indeed, it was a pair of soft and fluffy pink gloves. “Alright,

thank you for your gift. I accept it. Now, let’s get back to studying.”

Elm raised his chin and asked, “Why are you still working on advanced math? Weren’t you expelled?”

Eileen spoke without lifting her head. “I finished the homework for winter break on the third day, so I

have nothing else to do anyway.”

“As expected of you!” Elm was wearing only a black sweater, with his coat draped over the back of the

chair. Holding a pen, he propped his chin on his hand, fixing his captivating gaze on her. “Aren’t you

angry that Vera took your place?”

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