A Thousand Ways to Torment the Wife: A Tale of Love and Vengeance

"Back already?" Claire Randall rose from the sofa to greet Elinor Dashwood as she entered, her age in the 50s, with faint wrinkles on her face, yet still wearing exquisite makeup, and the diamond necklace around her neck was particularly eye-catching.

Elinor Dashwood, dragging her tired body, tensed up upon seeing Claire standing. "Mom, arent you asleep yet?" She lowered her head and asked softly.

"Im waiting for you. Was work tiring?" Claires face was full of smiles as she looked kindly at her daughter-in-law, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then turned to go to the kitchen.

"Uh, there was a car accident near the factory, so Ive been operating, busy until now," Elinor Dashwood stood in place, her long black hair gently tied up, the bangs on her forehead still sweaty, her fair face without any makeup, full of fatigue but adding a bit of femininity.

She was wondering why her mother-in-law, who usually treated her coldly, was so enthusiastic today.

"Elinor, have a bowl of white fungus soup, I just had Mrs. Elton cook it." Claire came out of the kitchen, still with a kind smile.

"Thank you, mom." She reached out her hand to take it, but before she could, the bowl of only warm white fungus soup was poured onto Claire.

Elinor Dashwood was so frightened that she quickly stepped back, then frowned and asked, "Mom, are you okay? Did it scald you?"

"Ah, ah," Claires groans grew louder and louder, falling to the ground, a mess, Elinor Dashwood reached out to check if she was scalded, but she was held tightly by her.

And the exposed skin that had been splashed by the white fungus soup clearly showed no signs of scalding.

Elinor Dashwood seemed to understand all of this, but she was helpless and could only stand in place, waiting for the trial.

Sure enough, Claires groans called Edward Cullen out.

"Whats going on?" The man in front of her said sternly, frowning at the nervous Elinor Dashwood in front of him, "What have you done again?" His eyes were black and fierce, full of anger at this woman.

"I..." Elinor Dashwood tried to explain, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Claire.

"Edward, dont blame Elinor, I believe she definitely didnt do it on purpose, such hot white fungus soup, how could she splash it on me?" The more she said, the more aggrieved she became, even sobbing quietly.

"Mrs. Elton! Take my mom to the hospital!" Edwards gaze never left Elinor Dashwood, that almost scrutinizing look made her very uncomfortable, and she couldnt predict what was about to happen.

After a flurry of activity, Claire was finally taken to the ambulance.

"Come up!" Edward growled, turning and going upstairs.

Elinor Dashwood followed closely behind, usually she was not so obedient, but now Edward was in a rage, and she also knew that she could not get rid of suspicion, so she had to obey the command obediently.

"Its not me..." She muttered softly behind her, seemingly not having the courage to argue with Edward in front of him.

He stopped and suddenly turned around, scaring Elinor Dashwood almost rolling down the stairs.

"Why did you turn around suddenly?" Her tone was full of strong dissatisfaction, a night of surgery, already exhausted, she was even more fragile at this time.

"Guilty conscience?" He curled the corners of his mouth lightly, full of disdain.

Elinor Dashwood sighed deeply, crossed her arms in front of her chest, hugged herself, helplessly looked at the luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and then fell silent for a long time.

"Im very tired, Im going back to my room first." Having lived in this house for two years, she knew that in the Cullen family, there was no fairness or explanation, only silence, perhaps in exchange for a peaceful night.

Edward sneered again: "Tired? With whom? How long have you been entangled?" He still had an arrogant attitude, and when he said this, he just looked up and down with a bad smile, examining the woman in front of him.

"You jerk." Elinor Dashwood retorted fiercely, staring with big eyes, clenching her fists tightly, her anger rising, her fair face flushed, and her charming lips tightly closed.

He walked slowly with an evil smile on his face, turned his back, and continued to walk, arrived at the second floor, turned onto the corridor, and the end was his room.

Elinor Dashwood did not continue to follow, stopped at the door of her own room, a day of fatigue let her no longer in the mood to deal with these muddled incidents, at this moment she just wanted to sleep peacefully on the big bed.

"Explain what happened today." Edward walked by himself, commanding the air.

For a long time, there was no response behind him.

He frowned in doubt, turned around and had already lost sight of Elinor Dashwood.

"This woman..." Edward exhaled a long breath.

"Ah! Why are you doing this?" Elinor Dashwood had just taken off her clothes and was about to jump into the bathtub for a comfortable rose bath, but was picked up by Edward behind her.

"Who allowed you to walk by yourself?" Edward threw her into the bathtub, splashing water, his white shirt was stained with stars, and his perfect muscle lines were looming.

Elinor Dashwood choked on a big mouthful of water, coughing violently, her eyes full of anger, staring fiercely at the man in front of her who was invincible.

"I really want to curse you to death by water while swimming, and to death by steamed buns while eating!" She thought all kinds of harsh words in her heart, but she didnt say any.

"Get out." She finally regained her calm, without blame, without argument, just a light order for the guest to leave.

"Get out? Where to? In this house, what isnt mine?" Edward was amused by this sentence, looking at her angry appearance, and became more interested.

"Why did you set the lock to your fingerprint? Why can you come in and out of my room at will? Also, why restrict my freedom?" Elinor Dashwood suddenly stood up from the bathtub and loudly declared her sovereignty.

But Edward just...

"Get out for me!" Elinor Dashwood thought these words would make him furious, but unexpectedly, he just stood quietly, his eyes scanning from top to bottom, with great interest, and the corners of his mouth were clearly a victorious smile.

It was only then that she realized she was too excited and had forgotten to cover her body with clothes, exposing her body completely in front of Edward, letting him see everything.

His evil smile made Elinor Dashwood furious and embarrassed, and she hurriedly splashed water on him, trying to cover his sinful eyes with it.

Edward easily caught her soft hands and tightly controlled her.

"Its not the first time, what are you shy about?" His hair was almost all wet, water droplets tapping on the floor, the steam in the bathroom was dense, and Elinor Dashwood in the hazy fog became more and more moving.

He put away his playful smile, and his eyes gradually showed the desire to conquer everything, becoming more and more intense, as if to swallow everything around.

"Edward..." Elinor Dashwood was no longer angry at the moment, she desired to have, even if the time was longer, she felt more and more that Edward would never be possible for her, but this desire to monopolize him never stopped for a moment.