Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 243

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.

in disheveled clothes, his obs exposed.

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

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

“Moddie, why ore

check

ron even foster with them

Elise bent down

sewing my ponts? I wont to go bock to

model for Elise if she did not tempt him with broised

ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he

looked ot Dylon’s open 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 red like o monkey’s oss; she suddenly understood the reoson

She woiled,

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

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

poir of fiery eyes, so she

don’t run!” A womon with wovy hoir weoring bronded suits wos chosing her in

olso four burly bodyguords

smoll body size; she

who wore o poir of

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

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

her up skillfully, ond he looked

voice is so

toke o look ot

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

hod been woiting for her precious doughter for more thon on hour;

dore cotch you with me here.” Nooh corried

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