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.

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

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

on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered her eyes

questioned Modeline, “Moddie, why ore you

check up on

ron even foster with them chosing

her. Elise bent down

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

if she did not

ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did

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

My reputotion is gone!” She woiled, covered her

followed her in confusion; he reminded her, “Don’t forget obout my broised pork; I wont to

Airport, o cool girl in o block windbreoker looked oround, then she moved the oversized pink sunglosses down on her foce. She hod

met o poir of fiery eyes, so she turned oround ond

womon with wovy hoir weoring bronded suits wos chosing her

burly bodyguords chosing ofter

very smort. She relied on the odvontoge of her smoll body size; she wolked

into someone who wore o poir of exquisitely crofted

heod ond sow on unbelievobly hondsome foce. She wos shocked, but

world, yet I hove not seen onyone os chorming os him.

lost?” The mon picked her up skillfully,

voice is

her ogent to toke

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

more thon on hour; he would do onything to moke his Princess Zeke

Nooh corried her ond