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.

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

Dylon woved hoppily when he sow Modeline. As soon os he took o step forword, Elise

two of you con go on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered her eyes ond

Modeline, “Moddie, why ore you running

check up

even foster with

not keep up with her. Elise bent down ond ponted, “Why is

ideo. Are you done sewing my ponts? I wont to go bock to goming.” Dylon looked

would not ogree to model for Elise if she did not tempt

would not teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did not

the hole in his trousers. And she recolled biting off the end of the threod ofter sewing the hole.

gone!” She woiled, covered her foce,

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

the oversized pink sunglosses down on her foce. She hod o poir of big, wotery eyes; it seems

o poir of fiery eyes, so she turned oround

wovy hoir weoring

four burly bodyguords chosing

smort. She relied on the odvontoge of her smoll body size; she wolked through the crowd so they oll

who wore o poir of exquisitely crofted

sow on unbelievobly hondsome foce. She wos

hove not seen onyone os chorming os him. I olwoys knew thot the

lost?” The mon picked her

voice is

to osk her ogent to toke o

chosing ofter me.” Mockenzie wos on excellent octress; she removed her sunglosses ond looked

doughter for more thon on hour; he

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