"Trenton, can you do me a favor?" Chantelle asked, handing him the roasted meat.
"You've gotten even more foolish since coming back to Easthan," Trenton replied coldly, glancing at her.
Before she could react, the meat in her hand was suddenly pinned to a tree across from her. She hadn't even seen him move.
Chantelle looked down and was frustrated. Her face was still pale.
"That man dragged you to hell six years ago, and yet you're still playing silly games like this for him?" Trenton sneered as he cut some meat and placed it on the grill. "How pathetic."
He grilled the meat but didn't eat it. Instead, he handed it to Chantelle. When she didn't eat it either, he threw it to the ground.
"I wonder if Jackson would be so mad that he'd rise from the grave just to see you acting like this for another man," Trenton said, enjoying the sight of Chantelle looking defeated. It was as if her misery brought him joy.
