Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 122

Noah gently stroked his son’s head, cradling the boy in his arms with tender affection.

Thomas felt his heart quicken when he heard what his father said. “Is that true? Are you really happy, Daddy?” He turned to look at Noah enquiringly, feeling slightly exhilarated.

“Of course,” Noah answered calmly. After all, it was only right that a family should be together.

Noah’s answer set the wheels in Thomas’s brain spinning, and he swiftly began considering the possibilities of the situation.

From the looks of it, Daddy really liked Mommy still. However, if he really and truly liked her, then why had he behaved like such a scumbag? Was this what people meant when they said that after sowing one’s wild oats, home was invariably the sweetest haven of all?

Thomas did not know what to do. Lately, he had begun to feel that Daddy was becoming a much better person. Nonetheless, Noah had still been a massive scumbag in the past! Did he truly want to help Daddy get together with Mommy so they could start afresh? He felt extremely conflicted.

Noah looked down thoughtfully at the little boy in his arms. Something flickered in his eyes for a moment, then he retrieved his own phone and pulled up his Instagram account. “Colt, why don’t you add me to your friend list?”

“Huh? Daddy, you never use Instagram, right?” Thomas blinked as he saw Noah’s Instagram account, considerably startled.

His own Instagram handle was “Thomas The Handsomest Dude.” If he added Noah to his friend list, his deception would be exposed in no time.

“I’ve started using it now. Why, Colt, don’t you want to be friends with Daddy?” Noah could see that the little rascal was in a dilemma and deliberately added fuel to the fire by asking the question in a slightly hurt tone.

The man might be a tyrannical CEO, but it was impossible to resist him when he put on his sad puppy act!

“N-no, no, that’s not it, Daddy…here, I’ll add you…” Thomas resigned himself to his fate, pulled out his phone, and added Noah to his Instagram friend list.

“Thomas? Is this your new nickname?”

scumbag daddy was pretty smart! In fact, Noah had saved him the

It sounds nice and it’s cute,” Noah replied with unconcealed approval. His own Instagram handle was “Noah Quincy”, which

and hurriedly pulled up his private message

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the 100 thousand dollars he had extorted from Angie, Asher went to a nightclub. The exorbitant amount of money

however, he had outgoing expenses

around that, even if it was illegal. He felt

a result, he did not see

pissing on Angie was

saw himself humiliating Angie so thoroughly. Tony wasn’t bad with a camera

had left him a voice message. Initially, he thought that Tony was congratulating him and was in an excellent mood when he started listening to it. However, by the time he finished the message, he was shocked into being

Tony, he’s gotten me into deep sh*t now!” Asher snarled as he almost fell out of bed in his hurry to get up. Snatching his clothes from the floor, he pulled them on as fast as he could and fled out the door, not

stepped outside, however, someone sent him back through the door with

his chest and started yelling angrily at the unwelcome newcomer. When he finally recognized the other person, he shrank

and bowed his head obsequiously,

Mr. Walter. Mr. Quincy sent me here to ask you where Angie

I know where Ms. Angie Grant is? I think you’ve got the wrong

Noah even if he tried. If he managed a plausible denial, he was sure

it might have slipped your mind, Mr. Walter, given you’re so busy with so many important matters. Never mind. Let me help jog your memory.” Wayne gestured, and one of the bodyguards standing behind him immediately stepped forward with a phone. On it was

pried his eyes open wide, shoving the video in

in so much pain from being manhandled that he could not help but beg for mercy. “I remember now, I do! I…I pulled a cruel prank on her, but after that, I left! I really don’t know where Angie is now!” He fell to the ground, rolling in agony as he felt his injured eye sockets. He felt as if his eyeballs would

your memory is really faulty, Mr. Walter. I think we’re going to have to take you down memory

“Yes, sir!”