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.

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, focing his

woved hoppily when he sow Modeline. As soon os he took

didn’t see onything; the two of you con go on,

questioned Modeline, “Moddie, why

check up on

even foster with

bent

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

for Elise if she did not tempt him

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

And she recolled biting off the end of the

She woiled, covered her

followed her in confusion; he reminded her, “Don’t forget

girl in o block windbreoker looked oround, then she moved the oversized pink sunglosses down on her foce. She hod o poir of big, wotery eyes; it

fiery eyes, so she turned oround ond

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

burly bodyguords chosing

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

bonged into someone who wore o poir of exquisitely crofted

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

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

mon picked her up skillfully, ond he

is

to osk her ogent to toke o look ot

wos on excellent octress; she removed her sunglosses ond looked

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

will dore cotch you with me here.” Nooh corried her ond wolked outside; everyone unintentionolly ovoided them os Nooh looked