Abusive Wife

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.

wouldn’t give up quite so easily.

hadn’t even reached the second floor when she heard the sound of

soft voice

feel

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

picked him up and held him in his

hugged Thomas and reassured the young boy

the butler

felt an inexplicable pain wash

It hurt.

been afraid of the storm. He used to keep it to himself and endured by hiding away

spoken up, but his so-called father had

gentle Noah’s hold was while nestled in his

around Noah’s neck and rested his head on his shoulder. He was just thinking of riding the scum of the human

heart skipped a beat when she heard Colton’s voice. Fortunately, she was quick to regulate her emotions as she bounded

home? I

the child’s

didn’t want a bad woman who was dripping wet,

dodging drew Noah’s

who was soaked to the bone. “I’ll take

Colt. Please let me stay by his side tonight. It was always me who accompanied him whenever it rained in

eyes were red and teemed

hesitated for

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

here with me today. Can I not sleep in

ever made you sleep

nearly

recovered in time and kept

fool. The look on his face was not a

How could I possibly make him sleep in the attic? He’s the precious child of the household.

the brat in front of

have locked him in the attic if it weren’t for the fact that the brat stayed wide awake whenever it rained and caused her to lose her beauty sleep. It was, as

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