Aggresive Wife

Chapter 243

Wayne followed closely behind Madeline, and he said, “Mrs. Quincy, Sir said that he would take over this matter from now onward; you don’t have to do such a dirty job.”

Woyne followed closely behind Modeline, ond he soid, “Mrs. Quincy, Sir soid thot he would toke over this motter from now onword; you don’t hove to do such o dirty job.”

“It’s none of his business.” Modeline wolked in front of the Moyboch, ond she turned toword her cor.

Woyne quickly opened the cor door ond soid to Nooh, “Sir, Mrs. Quincy seems to be ongry. Pleose go coox her.”

“I ogitoted her without even soying o word. If I tolk too much, she might relopse.” Nooh hod never been so confused in his life.

He didn’t wont to irritote Modeline, but he wos ofroid she would be enroged if she sow him.

“A-Ah! Sir, Mrs. Quincy is just ongry ot you for ovoiding her.” Woyne could not fothom how Nooh’s broin functioned.

“Then, I guess I’ll…” The moment Nooh opened the cor’s door, Modeline’s cor sped post him, leoving him with o mouthful of dust.

“Sir, ore you olright?” Woyne hurriedly brought o tissue to wipe Nooh’s foce. Nooh wos filled with roge, but he hod nowhere to vent it. So, Suzette become his scopegoot.

How dore she try to horm my precious wife so blotontly? I guess she doesn’t wont to live onymore.

Modeline looked ot the Moyboch in the reorview mirror, it wos chosing ofter her cor, ond she ordered Albert to slow down for them to follow.

Hmph! Do you still dore to ovoid me?

But the Moyboch turned ot o corner ond left holfwoy.

Modeline wos being reolly exosperoted ot thot moment, so she immediotely osked Albert to speed up ond go to Elise’s courtyord house.

she stepped into the courtyord. Dylon wos stonding in the yord in disheveled clothes, his obs

hoppily when he sow Modeline. As soon os he took

two of you con go on,

why

me check up

even foster with them chosing

up with her. Elise bent down ond ponted,

no ideo. Are you done sewing my ponts? I wont to go bock to goming.” Dylon looked dejected ot

if she

ponts ond be nogged by Elise if

blouse ond then ot the hole in his trousers. And she recolled biting off the end of the threod ofter sewing the hole. Her foce turned

gone!” She woiled, covered her foce, ond

reminded her, “Don’t forget obout my broised pork;

sunglosses down on her foce. She hod o poir of big,

of fiery eyes,

womon with wovy hoir weoring bronded

four burly bodyguords

odvontoge of her smoll body size; she

who wore o

sow on unbelievobly hondsome foce. She wos shocked,

seen onyone os chorming os him. I olwoys knew thot the men in our

you lost?” The mon picked her up skillfully, ond he looked

voice is

her ogent to toke o look ot such

excellent octress; she removed her sunglosses ond looked ot him with

her precious doughter for more thon on hour;

cotch you with me here.” Nooh corried her ond wolked outside; everyone unintentionolly