Abusive Wife

Chapter 292 Good Morning, Mr. Quincy

Noah’s legs felt like jelly after being in the bathtub for a long time. He almost tripped getting out of the bathtub.

Madeline took a step forward to help him, pulling him into her arms. Noah staggered to his feet, but he was too weak to stand on his own. “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to stand up straight.”

His wet skin felt cool to the touch at first, but within seconds he turned hot from his rising body temperature. She touched his forehead and it felt burning hot. He must be having a fever from the sudden temperature change.

“Did Dylan prescribe any medication for you? Why are you taking an ice bath?” She asked, concerned.

“I feel terrible,” Noah mumbled, as he held her tightly and began to stroke her back, “I don’t want to take any medicine.”

Madeline struggled to stop him. She wanted to slap him on the back, but instead, her slap landed on his hips. The slap was loud and clear, and she could feel the perfectly round shape of his bottom, as well as how soft it was.

At the same time, Noah moaned with pleasure. He seemed very different to her today.

“Oh, you’ve been naughty,” he said, as he lifted her so their bodies pressed against each other. She could feel his body heat against every inch of her body.

He felt so hot to the touch, especially where their hips met. She wondered briefly if Dylan had lied to her earlier.

Seconds later, the heat dissipated, and Noah took a step back, leaning on the bathtub. He was frustrated. Madeline asked, “Are you…unable to get hard?”

did not reply. She felt sorry for him, and she tapped him

her, looking

answered, worried about

face and said, “I will always remember how much you love me.” She blinked, wondering how he got to the conclusion she

could anyone break this handsome man’s heart

sigh. He stood up and leaned on Madeline. She wanted to move away, but he looked at her like she had lied to him earlier, so she felt she

shivered. Madeline got back to her senses; if they had stayed here longer, they would both

he almost fell onto the bed, but she caught him before he did. He was wet all over; he needed to

wake him up, but he did not respond. She sighed and took off all his clothes. With his body exposed in full to her, she couldn’t help but

She felt sorry for him again, as she tucked

leave when she realized the bedroom door was locked. It was no common door, and her hairpin would not work

noticed the room temperature was getting lower, so she checked the

the temperature, but it was stuck. She wondered if Dylan

into bed with Noah. She had to attend the charity dinner tomorrow, so she could not afford to fall sick

a good night’s sleep. She felt so comfortable that she almost couldn’t get up from bed

watching her gently. She was not used to

He moved closer and kissed her in reply. She was startled, and her face turned red. “It’s time to

could think of was how he