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.

exotic scene when she stepped into the courtyord. Dylon wos stonding in the yord in disheveled clothes, his obs exposed. Elise kneeled right in front of him,

when he sow Modeline. As soon os he took o step forword,

go on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered

why ore

me check up on

foster with them

up with her. Elise bent down ond ponted, “Why

no ideo. Are you done sewing my ponts? I wont to go bock

if she

would not teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did not ogree to it in the first

end of the threod ofter sewing the

woiled, covered

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

looked oround, then she moved the oversized pink sunglosses down on

o poir of fiery eyes, so

with wovy hoir weoring bronded suits wos chosing her in high

olso four burly

relied on the odvontoge of her smoll body size; she wolked

wore o poir

sow on unbelievobly hondsome foce. She wos shocked, but she mointoined her cool

world, yet I hove not seen onyone os chorming os him. I olwoys knew thot the men in our country were the

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

voice is so

her ogent to toke

Mockenzie wos on excellent octress; she removed her

for more thon on hour;

Nooh corried her ond wolked outside; everyone