Aggressive Wife

Chapter 80

"You're being mean, Maddie! You let go of my dove? If you don't tell me why, I won't talk to you for a week, no, a month!"

Elise immediately knew something was up for Madeline to suddenly free the bird and was eager to throw a hissy fit just to get to the bottom of it.

"It's not like I wanted to but that difficult person is in my house and won't leave. I didn't have a choice!"

Madeline was already stuck with a headache and could only reply bitterly through gritted teeth from being threatened by Elise's penchant for whining.

"What? Noah's at your place?! Didn't he already say he had no feelings for you? You aren't going to go back to him now are you?"

Elise was currently busying herself with sewing the wedding dress. Her friend's words had her nearly stabbing herself with the needle.

Her need for gossip was clear in her bright, almond eyes.

She wanted to inquire further only for Madeline to cut in.

"I'm hanging up."

Madeline was left speechless.

Going back to him?

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Noah was nestled in bed with his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep. He could hear the woman's every movement.

Joy overtook him to know that she would brush even Elise off for him…

"I don't feel too good, Ms. Madeline. I don't know if my injury has worsened. Can you help me redo my bandages?"

Madeline was reclined on a soft chair with brows furrowed. Her soulful eyes were filled with great resentment. She had just been thinking about how best to hide away when his deep voice caught her attention.

His voice was filled with an innate charm and when tinged with weakness, tugged at heartstrings.

She wanted to continue to ignore him.

There was, however, no way for her to pretend not to see him when he stood at a whopping six foot two.

"I'm only an amateur when it comes to medical skills, Mr. Quincy. I advise you to go to Dylan if you don't feel well. There's nothing that man can't cure."

She shut her eyes and heaved a sigh to shake off the anger surging within her and kindly pointing him to another path.

Noah was vexed when his plan failed. "He's on a business trip!"

"Business trip? Wasn't he still around yesterday?" She was doubtful.

"Yeah, he left this morning. There's an international medical seminar happening and he was anxious to attend. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered you, would I?"

He continued to make up nonsense and successfully portrayed Dylan to be an ungrateful person who only cared about his career and neglected his good friend.

"Really?" Madeline was still suspicious but she seemed much more relaxed compared to before.

"It's true! I wouldn't be stuck here without someone to help dress my wounds if he hadn't run off. Wayne is terrible with his hands and Colt is still home…"

Even she began to feel sorry for him.

Noah was as happy as a lark.

His lies gently coaxed her into a daze.

"Fine. I'll help you with dressing your wounds." Madeline was defeated by his extravagant nothings and offered up the seat next to her with a frown.

Of course, the man was not the least bit courteous. He immediately sat down, his lithe fingers stroking at the buttons of his shirt.

Madeline immediately went searching for the first aid kit when she noticed how weak he seemed.

There wasn't much anxiety in the situation, leaving him in a good mood. He lay motionless on the soft chair and waited for the woman to return.

After all, there were only the two of them left in the Maple Forest Villa. It was more fun to take things slowly.

Simply thinking about it had him in all smiles.

His dream was immediately shattered by an untimely doorbell.

"Who dares?!"

His brows immediately knitted into a deep frown. Chill surged in his eyes.

Madeline, who heard the doorbell, immediately tossed the kit aside and raced for the door. Her savior had come!

Wayne was the one standing outside with a change of clothes and trembling as he held Thomas's hand.

"Can I stay with you for two days, Auntie Madeline? Daddy isn't home. I really really miss him!"

She barely registered who was at the door when she felt her trousers being tugged.

Thomas was at her feet with tears welling in his eyes.

Anyone who laid eyes on his helplessness would feel distressed.

That was only because no one noticed his chubby fingers tapping against her calf in Morse code.

"Don't be afraid, Mommy! I'll protect you!"

"I won't let that scumbag bully you!"

"Hurry! Pick me up! It's cold down here!"

Madeline quickly picked apart his words and gave him a helpless look before picking the child up.

"Daddy! Why are you not wearing a shirt?"

"Put it on! Daddy will get sick!"

"I'll be sad if Daddy gets sick!"

As soon as he entered the door, the sharp-eyed Thomas stared at Noah's loose shirt buttons, and exclaimed!

He reluctantly broke free from his mother's hold and climbed onto the couch and immediately fixed Noah's buttons like a man on a vision. If given a choice, he would absolutely sew them shut!

"Colt!"

Noah gritted his teeth as he looked at his son who made a sudden appearance, but there was not a word he could say.

He proceeded to dump his anger on Wayne. "What are you doing here?"

He was glaring hatefully at the man.

"Colton said he missed you, sir. Also… I brought you a change of clothes!"

Wayne had turned several shades of green and was left tongue-tied.

"Don't blame uncle Wayne, Daddy. I wanted to come along!"

"I miss Daddy! I want to always be by Daddy's side!"

Thomas noticed Wayne nearly collapsing from fright and was annoyed by his lack of will to fight. He mourned his misfortune and rushed to save him."

"Get up, Colt!"

"What's going on? Why do you keep crying?!"

Noah stared at his son tugging at his trouser legs as he wiped away his tears and snot. There was nowhere for him to vent his anger.

"He's still a kid. What's the use of getting mad at him?"

Seeing Noah being driven up the wall, Madeline feigned anger.

She picked her son back up into her arms and tapped a series of codes onto the child's back.

"Good job!"