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.

up quite so easily. She lifted her drenched skirt and trailed after

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

soft

feel herself

up to Noah with his

and

here. Don’t be scared.” Noah hugged Thomas and reassured the young boy with a rare show of

half an hour ago that the butler found Colton in the

felt an inexplicable pain wash over

It hurt.

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

up, but

felt how gentle Noah’s hold was while nestled in his

and rested his head on his shoulder. He was just thinking of riding the scum of the human as a means to rest, only to be met by the sight of

Colton’s voice. Fortunately, she was quick to regulate her emotions as

You… You’re home? I was

the child’s hand only to

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

dodging drew

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

was

eyes were red and teemed with

for

he could speak, the child in his arms shrank.

me today. Can I

saying nonsense again. When have I ever made you

nearly exposed

time and kept her gentle tone of

on his face was not a positive

could I possibly make him sleep in the attic? He’s the precious child of the household. I’m also his aunt. I wouldn’t treat him badly. You

despised the brat in

that the brat stayed wide awake whenever it rained and caused her to lose

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