Abusive Wife Novel

Abusive Wife Chapter 18

Chapter 18 What a Show

Angie looked absolutely wretched, which had Noah frowning at the sight.

“Wayne, go help.”

Wayne Hudson immediately took an umbrella and got out of the car to help her up.

Angie hadn’t expected to be left out in the cold. Noah had sent Wayne to her side instead of assisting her himself.

Her eyes reddened.

She felt resentful, but at least she achieved her objective.

Angie endured her grievances as she was escorted inside.

The car stopped before the porch, away from the raging storm. Noah then got out of the car.

He had just gotten out when Angie ran up and leaned against him. “You’re finally home, Noah. I heard that Colt was missing. I got worried…”

Her face was wet with rain. She looked every bit anxious with her red-rimmed eyes.

She reached out to grab his hand but he was quick to dodge.

He looked askance at her. The look in his eyes was one of mixed feelings but it eventually gave way to a hint of tenderness. “Have Ms. Grant change her clothes.”

“No. Where is Colt? It’s storming outside. I’m worried!”

Angie caught a glimpse of tenderness in Noah’s eyes and decided to strike while the iron was hot in her excitement.

She refused. Despite being drenched by the rain, she wanted to give him a show.

“Do as I say!”

“Noah…”

Angie wanted to say more but he passed her and headed straight upstairs.

so easily. She lifted her drenched skirt and trailed

she heard the sound of thumping

a soft voice rang

feel herself

home, Daddy!” Thomas Grant ran up to Noah with his

and held him

be scared.” Noah hugged Thomas and reassured

news half an hour ago that the

inexplicable pain wash over

It hurt.

storm. He used to keep it to himself and

but

gentle Noah’s hold was

of riding the scum of the human as a means to rest, only to be met by the

beat when she heard Colton’s voice. Fortunately, she was quick to regulate her

You… You’re home?

as she lunged to grab the child’s hand

usually much milder with beautiful women but he didn’t want a bad woman who was dripping wet, even if she looked good,

instinctive dodging drew Noah’s

glanced at the excited Angie who was soaked to the

tonight. It was always me who accompanied him

eyes were red and teemed

for

he could speak, the child in his arms shrank. He seemed to eye her with great

me today. Can I

go saying nonsense again. When have I ever made you sleep in the attic?” Angie

nearly exposed

she recovered in time and kept her gentle tone of

look on his face

sleep in the attic? He’s the precious child of the household. I’m also his aunt. I

brat in front of

for the fact that the brat stayed wide awake whenever it rained

gentle and nurturing image to move Noah was now a mess. Was this little bastard trying to

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