Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 88

Noah could not imagine how much torment Suzette and Angie had inflicted on Madeline before when he saw the anger and relief in her eyes. Given her sweet and kind-hearted nature, she would not have hated the Grants as much otherwise. Hence, he wanted to chase the Grants out of Imperia as he knew it would make Madeline happy. It was also his way of making amends to the woman whose pain he had exacerbated. Not only did he neglect her all this while, but he was also influenced by Angie to make Madeline’s life miserable.

“I can handle my affairs. There’s no need to trouble you, Mr. Quincy.” Madeline glanced at Noah and decisively rejected his good intentions.

Even though he was disappointed at her refusal, he decided against forcing his way through. “All right, Ms. Grant. Just say the word if you need my help.”

“Well, thank you,” she mumbled, nodding.

After a pause, which seemed like an eternity, Noah spoke to dispel the awkward silence that was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. “Ms. Grant, I’m curious, what happened between you and the Grant family?”

Madeline was taken aback by Noah’s sudden question, and a flicker of panic passed through her watery eyes. However, it disappeared in an instant. She said casually, “It’s just some cliched plot. A nobleman like you won’t be interested.” Her curt reply suggested that she had no intention of elaborating.

living hell if he finds out my true identity. He thinks that I’m responsible for Gordon’s death. I need

your boyfriend?” Noah was persistent in his questioning. Despite knowing that revealing Madeline’s identity would

have a fantastic imagination. It’s a pity that you aren’t an author.” Madeline ignored his question as she did not

If you don’t want to be reminded of your

little tired. I shall make a move first.” She quickly

He fumbled with his glass and quickly

she called out, “It’s a wonderful event. Look at all the beautiful ladies around. You

view, the man yelled angrily, “Madeline Grant!” It

returned to the Maple Forest Villa half an hour later. Before she could get out of her stilettos, she was welcomed by a young boy rushing down the stairs. “You

gained weight instead, Thomas. You’ve been well-fed lately, haven’t

squeezed his plump cheeks. He’s become a lot heavier since I last saw him. I can hardly lift him any longer. What nerve does he have to claim that he has

a little when I’m