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?”

care.” Noah looked up

eyes radiated innocence, overwhelming

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

“I’m sad because you don’t care” were left stuck

for the matter too. She softened her tone. “Just take

his servant responded

it but instead stared at

choice but to take the pills and fetch him a glass of

took his

were left in

She couldn’t

she pulled him

was already calling for her two minutes

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

his clothes, though his top sat askew, exposing his

his face was a clear message to

there as if all was right with

stilted laugh and turned to

as he trailed behind her. Wherever she went, he’d follow. She would be faced with chiseled pectorals

mounted to a point where she had no choice but to

across skin. Noah audibly

but to hold back for fear that she’d find out that

She got on her tip-toes and

and unintentionally or perhaps intentionally

stiffened. His blood boiled under his skin, clamoring for him to hold and

to do?” She asked in

searing gaze bore into her before he finally pushed her away. He

took two steps back, somewhat convinced that he was

got on Instagram to send

a man