Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 100

Madeline lamented in dismal as despair ate away her sanity.

“Cool your head, Ms. Grant. The person who can identify the killer might not be around anymore, but the killer is still out there.”

The realization then hit Madeline.

That was right. The killer was still alive.

Madeline could reveal the truth herself if no one was there to identify her.

…

Noah left Maple Forest villa and headed to Quinton Corporation.

Only, he could not shake off the image of Madeline’s tear. Noah felt unrest the whole day.

He felt waves of uneasiness rushing over him, and the mere act of breathing was giving him a heartache.

It was hard for Noah to imagine the hurt and pain Madeline went through in their marriage.

Noah was lost in his thoughts that he did not realize that Dylan was right before his eyes.

“What’s on your mind, Noah? You can’t even see me. Am I invisible to you? Oh, that makes me so sad!”

“What are you doing here?” Interrupted in his thoughts, Noah was feeling worse than before.

“What am I doing here? I came to redress your wound. I told you to come to me, but you refused. I didn’t want to hear about inflammation in the middle of the night. I’m not getting any younger, so the midnight wake-ups will kill me…”

Dylan said while putting the medical kit on the nearby coffee table.

Noah wanted to refuse, but Dylan had a point. Hence, Noah approached a sofa and took a seat.

As though resigning to his fact, Noah let Dylan redress his wound.

“Noah, don’t make that face as if I’m taking advantage of you. You’re making me blush.” Dylan made a bashful look while holding a gauze against his face.

tempted to give one

“Get lost!”

sound lively. I

Can you shut up?” Noah was not in a good mood

grouchy, Dylan did not waste time on small talk and

a secondary impact too. Noah was only

in the same position would be put on bed rest without the doctor’s

take time off to rest. Their laboratory had found success in a drug that could patch up an

came all the way to Noah, postponing dates

grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge

you’re giving me a drink? Did

you’re a patient, huh? You look so glum. I thought you’d rather

mouthy remark earned him a can

Dylan caught the can, held it against his chest, and tumbled and rolled on the floor. “I’m hurt,

popping out of Noah’s head as Dylan had his moment

up and hunched

buy

“Alright!”

…

was close to dawn, it was still quite

drink. She kept her balance by holding against the door frame of the bar entrance as she stumbled her way out

Angie’s tiny frame as the pair staggered along. On their way out, Angie tripped over the door

the person next to him a slap. “Watch where you’re going. I’ll make

fault. I didn’t keep my feet…” Despite the fury stirring inside, Angie patiently put up an

was still disoriented, was filled with remorse when he got a good look at the person

were holding me, darling. My bad. Don’t take it to heart. The slap must hurt a lot. Let me make

felt up Angie’s

was feeling her up and down out in the open without

as she

I’ll hold you up. Don’t fall… Um… I wonder if you remember promising to pour money

what she had gone through. It was best to seal the deal

problem. How much do you want? Fill in whatever number you want.” The alcohol had drained away the last

his pocket and tapped multiple times