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?”

depressed to care.” Noah looked up

eyes radiated innocence, overwhelming

better.” She thought that he was down in the dumps because he couldn’t get it

don’t care” were left stuck in his throat. He looked down, looking

some responsibility for the

nodded and his servant responded by handing

reach for it but instead stared

had no choice but to take the pills and fetch him a glass of

made another appearance as Noah took his medicine

were

She couldn’t help but recall what happened last night as she

up as she pulled him

was already calling for her two minutes

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

his clothes, though his top sat

on his face was a clear message to her that he was doing this on

there as if all was right

a stilted laugh

he trailed behind her. Wherever she went, he’d follow. She would be

a point where she had no choice but to

slid across skin. Noah

his arms but had no choice but to hold

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

unintentionally or perhaps intentionally scraped

his skin, clamoring for him to

do you need me to do?” She

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

You’ll get better.” She took two steps

on Instagram to send Elise

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