Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 68

Thomas trotted into the living room on the first floor of the Maple Forest Villa, accompanied by Wayne.

When he awoke and discovered that his Mommy was absent, he could not help feeling rather dispirited.

However, when he overheard Wayne saying that he was going to pick Noah up from Ms. Madeline’s home, he immediately perked up. He did not even bother freshening up first before hopping into the car along with Wayne and coming here.

“I’m so sorry for showing up like this, but young Colton has been making a fuss about seeing his daddy, so I brought him along…” Wayne apologized. Noah’s clothes in hand, he glanced with some embarrassment at the little boy who had seated himself at the breakfast table without a second thought and was now happily tucking into the food. He felt incredibly stressed out.

Ever since Colton had gotten lost, his whole personality had undergone a change, and his social skills had improved immensely. The boy had only been here for a few minutes, and he was already treating the place like his own home.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Ms. Madeline really loves children. She’ll be very happy to know Colton is here,” Albert said blithely as he prepared Thomas’s favorite breakfast. He was spouting nonsense with a straight face, and he knew it.

Normally, he came over every morning to help Madeline prepare breakfast. However, it wasn’t until he ran into Wayne and Thomas that he realized Noah had stayed the night at the villa. He was burning with curiosity, but Madeline was not up yet, and it would have been far too rude to disturb her rest.

“Mr. Hudson, I’m sure you haven’t had breakfast yet. Why not join us?”

“I…” Wayne looked very awkward. It was true that he was genuinely very hungry. When Noah disappeared suddenly yesterday, he had pulled together a search party, and they had hunted for Noah the entire night. Right now, he was starving!

“Uncle Wayne, come and try Uncle Albert’s pancakes. They’re really good!”

“Well…alright then, I’ll have some, if you don’t mind, Mr. Wright.” Wayne’s face was beet red as he reluctantly made his way to the breakfast table.

The first person to come downstairs was Noah.

Since he did not have a change of clothes, he was still in yesterday’s half-damp trousers and thin shirt. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing a good deal of his muscular chest. This gave him an almost aristocratic air of decadent allure.

stairs, he immediately hopped down from his chair and ran over as fast as his little legs could

was considerably startled by his son’s sudden appearance. However, he still

said you were here. I wanted to see you, so

was sick yesterday, so I came to

explanation; after all, his Mommy was good at helping people get well.

When Wayne saw the turtle drawn in lipstick on Noah’s chest, he almost spat out the mouthful of oatmeal he was on the verge of swallowing. It took him a considerable effort to regain his composure before

the ordinary had happened. When he came back, he had enough of an appetite that Albert made him a large

at the table and

anyone who could possibly enlighten him on what had happened last night? He half-suspected that a

couldn’t possibly have been possessed by some alien

this moment, Madeline made her way downstairs and came to an abrupt halt when she saw the cozy family-like scene in the dining

Quincy! Why are you still

the house. Thomas stood at the massive French windows and watched as Madeline ordered them out, waving to them both in a

worrying. This Madeline Grant was a woman with far too many

villa with a light heart; even though Madeline had chased him off, he

way, he could kill two birds

…

the Quincy residence first thing in the morning, asking

house. However, Suzette insisted that Angie had attended the

gullible as that

was covered with faint red

did not want these women to defame his young master though, so he reluctantly allowed them inside before hurriedly calling Noah on the

into the living room, and all the servants gave

in the least. After all, her daughter would soon be the new mistress of the Quincy household; those lowly servants wouldn’t

get Noah into bed last night,