Aggresive 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.

easily. She lifted

when she heard the sound of thumping steps down the

a soft voice rang

could feel herself

Thomas Grant ran up to Noah with

up and held him

here. Don’t be scared.” Noah hugged Thomas

received news half an hour ago that the butler found Colton

an inexplicable

It hurt.

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

spoken up, but his so-called father had arrived

gentle Noah’s hold was while nestled in his

his shoulder. He was just thinking of riding the scum of the human as a means to rest, only to be

heart skipped a beat when she heard Colton’s voice. Fortunately, she was quick to regulate her

home? I was

the child’s hand only to be

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

dodging drew Noah’s

soaked to the bone. “I’ll take

It was always me who accompanied him whenever

eyes were red and teemed

hesitated for

his arms shrank. He seemed to eye her

today. Can

When have I ever made you sleep in the attic?” Angie instinctively

had nearly

she recovered in time and kept

was no fool. The look on his face was not a

could I possibly make him sleep in the attic? He’s the precious

the brat in front

the attic if it weren’t for the fact that the brat stayed wide awake whenever it rained and caused her to lose her beauty sleep. It was, as they

use her gentle and nurturing image to move Noah was now a mess. Was this