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.

course, she wouldn’t give up quite so easily. She lifted her drenched skirt and trailed

she heard the sound of

a soft voice rang

could feel

Thomas Grant ran up to Noah with his

up and

Daddy’s here. Don’t be scared.” Noah hugged Thomas and reassured the young boy with a rare show of

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

inexplicable pain

It hurt.

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

had finally spoken up, but his so-called father had

hold was

He was just thinking of riding the scum of the human as a

voice. Fortunately, she was quick to regulate her emotions

You’re home? I was

the child’s hand only to be met

usually much milder with beautiful women but he didn’t want a bad woman who was dripping

instinctive dodging drew

soaked to the bone. “I’ll

It was always me who

were red and teemed

hesitated for a

speak, the child in his arms shrank. He seemed to eye her

here with me today. Can I not sleep

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

nearly

recovered in time and kept her gentle

on his face

Colt’s ramblings, Noah. How could I possibly make him sleep in the attic? He’s the precious child

brat in front

fact that the brat stayed wide awake whenever it rained and caused her to lose her beauty sleep. It was, as they say, out

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