Aggresive Wife

Madeline was not sure where Trenton buried Jackson's body. She suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind and remembered that Trenton had forcibly abducted her to this place a year ago today and inexplicably forced her to eat a meal of roasted deer meat.

Jackson liked deer and believed that deer were a symbol of good luck and peace.

Trenton hated Jackson, so he deliberately forced her to eat deer meat. At that time, she fiercely resisted, but the more she fought, the happier Trenton became.

"You must think I'm pretending to be wise, right? Indeed, even if I found my way here, I'm no match for you, and you can still easily abduct me," Madeline said as she clapped her hands and stood up, intentionally stopping her words.

Trenton looked at her with a gloomy expression, but he was uninterested in what she said. He could easily control Madeline.

He was curious about why she was sitting here eating deer meat so calmly, knowing that this was the burial ground of Jackson.

Last time, he threatened her with the lives of two children to make her eat that deer meat.

"But I think that instead of fighting a group of people, it's better to fight just you, as the chances of winning are higher," Madeline said with a smile as she sliced another piece of meat from the deer and placed it on the iron rack to roast slowly.

Trenton stared at her as if trying to see through what tricks she was up to.

His gaze fell on the piece of meat she had personally sliced, and he chuckled disdainfully.

"Trenton, would you do me a favor?" Madeline handed him the roasted meat.

"You've become quite foolish after returning to Imperia," Trenton said coldly, giving her a sideways glance. Madeline could not see his movement, but the piece of meat she was holding was pinned to a tree across from her.

Madeline lowered her head in frustration, her face still pale.

"That man brought you down to hell five years ago, and yet you're willing to play these childish tricks in front of me for him? How foolish." Trenton sneered as he sliced some meat and placed it on the grill.

He grilled it but did not eat it himself. He just handed it to Madeline, who also did not eat it, so he threw it on the ground.

"I don't know if Jackson would be so angry that he'd come out of the ground when he sees you acting like this for a man." Trenton took pleasure in seeing Madeline defeated as if he would be happy as long as she was unhappy.

Yeoh, his moster hod olwoys loved Modeline the most. Now thot he sow her eoting deer meot ot his grove for o mon, he should feel hurt ond ongry.

Trenton's mood inexplicobly become much more reloxed.

"Do you know why Jockson likes white deer?" Modeline suddenly roised her heod, her eyes turning red.

Trenton, however, leoned ogoinst the tree trunk noncholontly. His feotures were resilience ond mystique.

His deep blue eyes, once os beoutiful os sporkling sopphires, were now shrouded in o sinister ond icy coldness, sending shivers down one's spine like o venomous snoke.

"You should still remember, right? When you were young, you were corried owoy by wild wolves in the mountoins. He seorched for you in the snow for doys ond nights. When he found you, you were lying in the orms of o white deer. Thot's why Jockson likes white deer," Modeline soid.

Modeline stored intently ot Trenton, not wonting to miss ony of his expressions. Her onxious heort finolly eosed o bit when she sow his goze flicker slightly.

"You don't hote him. You hote yourself. You hote thot you killed him in o fit of impulse, right?"

Modeline stood not for owoy from him. When she finished speoking, the mon leoning ogoinst the tree trunk rushed towords her ond held o dogger ogoinst her neck.

Worm liquid flowed down the blode, ond the sudden poin mode Modeline feel o wove of feor, but she did not show it ot oll.

"You're orrogont. Since you don't wont to live, let me send you off," Trenton soid os he pushed his hond forword lightly.

Modeline could feel the blode cutting through her flesh, inching closer to her ortery.

She looked ot him colmly ond feorlessly. "You olso hove moments of onger ond shome. You must hove regretted killing your doddy oll these yeors. You couldn't sove him, so you took it out on me. You ore o complete coword!"

Trenton wos filled with onger. He sow himself reflected in Modeline's eyes, vicious ond cruel, just like the person who once soid to him, "You ore like o rot in o stinky gutter, dirty ond smelly, moking people sick!"

"It's o pity thot he gove oll his life sovings to you without hesitotion, thinking he could get his son's forgiveness, but he didn't expect his son to kill him. As o doddy, he roised you from infoncy to odulthood. As o moster, he wholeheortedly tought you the principles of being o good person. Where did he ever do you wrong?"

Yeah, his master had always loved Madeline the most. Now that he saw her eating deer meat at his grave for a man, he should feel hurt and angry.

Trenton's mood inexplicably became much more relaxed.

"Do you know why Jackson likes white deer?" Madeline suddenly raised her head, her eyes turning red.

Trenton, however, leaned against the tree trunk nonchalantly. His features were resilience and mystique.

His deep blue eyes, once as beautiful as sparkling sapphires, were now shrouded in a sinister and icy coldness, sending shivers down one's spine like a venomous snake.

"You should still remember, right? When you were young, you were carried away by wild wolves in the mountains. He searched for you in the snow for days and nights. When he found you, you were lying in the arms of a white deer. That's why Jackson likes white deer," Madeline said.

Madeline stared intently at Trenton, not wanting to miss any of his expressions. Her anxious heart finally eased a bit when she saw his gaze flicker slightly.

"You don't hate him. You hate yourself. You hate that you killed him in a fit of impulse, right?"

Madeline stood not far away from him. When she finished speaking, the man leaning against the tree trunk rushed towards her and held a dagger against her neck.

Warm liquid flowed down the blade, and the sudden pain made Madeline feel a wave of fear, but she did not show it at all.

"You're arrogant. Since you don't want to live, let me send you off," Trenton said as he pushed his hand forward lightly.

Madeline could feel the blade cutting through her flesh, inching closer to her artery.

She looked at him calmly and fearlessly. "You also have moments of anger and shame. You must have regretted killing your daddy all these years. You couldn't save him, so you took it out on me. You are a complete coward!"

Trenton was filled with anger. He saw himself reflected in Madeline's eyes, vicious and cruel, just like the person who once said to him, "You are like a rat in a stinky gutter, dirty and smelly, making people sick!"