Abusive Wife

Chapter 295 Thrills Are The Way Of Life

At the Golden Dome’s 88th floor.

“Daddy, Daddy, Mommy’s downstairs!” Thomas barged into Noah’s room in a frenzy after checking his positioning system.

Noah was lounging on the couch with Dylan patting on a layer of foundation onto his face.

“Daddy, are you trying to scare Mommy by pretending to be a zombie?” Thomas couldn’t bear the sight of his father and closed his eyes.

That prompted Dylan to take a second look. “The shade does seem a little off.”

Noah checked himself in the mirror. It wasn’t just “off”. He looked like he had white paint haphazardly smeared on his face.

“Dylan Felch!” He snarled at Dylan, who disappeared from the room after tossing the powder foundation aside.

Thomas urgently tugged on his father’s sleeve with a reminder. “Go wash up, Daddy. Mommy is almost here!”

“Mommy’s in the elevator, Daddy.” Colton poked his head into the room.

Noah sprang for the bathroom to wash his face and then changed into wet clothes.

The sight that greeted Madeline when she walked in was one where a pale-as-a-sheet Noah sat on the sofa soaking wet and staring off into space. He looked terrible.

Sitting next to him was the expressionless Mackenzie, who met her mother’s questioning gaze and shrugged.

Noah had promised to buy her the latest Princess Elsa figurine and agreed to take her on a trip around Imperia for the best snacks. That was why she agreed to act in their little play.

Thomas was one who loved fooling around. He grabbed Madeline’s hand after seeing her stare at Noah with clear suspicion. “Mommy, Daddy won’t take his medicine. Is he going to die?”

She was still skeptical until she felt his forehead for his temperature. He was indeed burning up.

“Why didn’t you take your meds?”

Noah looked up

eyes radiated innocence,

thought that he was down in the dumps because he couldn’t

were left stuck

the matter too. She softened her tone.

servant responded by

but instead stared at Madeline with bated

no choice but to take the pills and fetch

appearance as Noah took his medicine and ushered

were left in

get changed. Maybe don’t take your body for a joke next time.” She couldn’t help but recall what happened last night as

cheeks heating up as she pulled him up to his feet

already calling for

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

the door after having changed his clothes, though his top sat askew,

some kind of exhibitionist kink recently?” The smug expression on his face was a clear message to her that he was

me with the buttons.” He stood there as if

gave a stilted laugh and turned

said nothing more as he trailed behind her. Wherever she went, he’d follow. She would be faced with chiseled pectorals the moment she

mounted to a point where she had no choice but to help him with his

occasionally slid across skin. Noah audibly

his arms but had no choice but to hold back for

noticing the look on his face. She got on her tip-toes and with a twinkle in her eye, whispered into his

chest and unintentionally or perhaps intentionally scraped over a sensitive

skin, clamoring for him to hold

me to do?” She asked in a purposeful

before he finally pushed her away. He murmured, disappointed, “I’m sorry, my wife. I

get better.” She took two steps

then got on Instagram to send

a man