Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 18

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.

give up quite so easily. She lifted her drenched skirt

reached the second floor when she heard the sound of

soft voice

feel

ran up

him up and held him in

Noah hugged Thomas and reassured

had received news half an hour ago that the butler found Colton in the corner

an inexplicable pain

It hurt.

afraid of the storm. He used to keep it

spoken up, but

how gentle Noah’s hold was while nestled

was just thinking of riding the scum of the human as a means to rest,

heart skipped a beat when she heard Colton’s voice. Fortunately,

You’re home? I was so

as she lunged to grab the child’s hand only to be met by

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

instinctive dodging drew Noah’s

glanced at the excited Angie who was soaked to the

by his side tonight. It was always me who accompanied him whenever

were red

hesitated for a

child in his arms shrank. He seemed to eye

today. Can I not sleep in

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

had nearly

time and kept her gentle

on his face was not

him sleep in the attic? He’s the precious child of the household. I’m also his aunt.

despised the brat

weren’t for the fact that the brat stayed wide awake whenever it rained and caused her to lose her beauty

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

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