Aggresive Wife

Noah did not answer the question. Instead, he ran inside the nearest room and slammed the door shut. "Next time, don't enter the house without my permission. That's considered trespassing."

"I'm trespassing alright. What are you going to do about it?" Madeline twisted the doorknob to find that Noah had already locked the door.

"Mr. Charles! Get the bodyguards to escort Madeline out!" Noah shouted loudly from inside the room.

The butler dared not move. Colt was staring straight into his eyes.

He could only watch as Thomas handed the spare room key to Madeline.

Before Madeline opened the door, Mackenzie appeared next to her and took her hand. "Don't go inside, Mommy."

Madeline was surprised. "Why?" she asked.

"Daddy doesn't want you to go inside, Mommy. It's for your own good." Mackenzie remembered that Noah had repeatedly warned Dylan and the other researchers not to let Madeline know he carried the virus in his body. She was not going to break the rule either.

Madeline looked at Thomas and Colt. They nodded as well.

I see, so they all know what's going on, and I'm the only one who doesn't.

"Mr. Quincy, if you don't want to tell me, then you can keep it to yourself for the rest of your life. We'll go our separate ways, and you can go and marry the woman you love." After Madeline said that, she tossed the keys away and walked toward the front door.

She deliberately walked slowly. After a few steps, she did not hear the sound of the door opening behind her, so she walked a little faster.

When she arrived at her car in the yard and opened the door, she saw Noah standing in the shadow of the curtain blinds once more, just like where he was standing when she first arrived.

"Mommy, please don't blame Daddy for this." Thomas and Colt followed her, while Mackenzie stood next to Noah.

Madeline chuckled, slowly lifted her left hand, and flipped him the bird.

She did not send Thomas and Colt back to Maple Forest Villa. Instead, she brought them to Golden Dome International.

As soon as she opened the door, a horrid stench made her instinctively take two steps back and close the door again.

"Uncle Dylan, Auntie Elise, are you cooking poop? Have you ever considered the feelings of our neighbors?" Thomas said while pinching his nose.

Dylan opened the door and chuckled. "I bought some pickled herring earlier, and I grilled it before putting it in a sandwich. It's very delicious. Do you want to try?"

He picked up o sondwich ond brought it to Thomos' mouth. Thomos quickly ron owoy. "Don’t come neor me!"

"Try it! It's greot with moyonnoise ond o dosh of block pepper!" Dylon did not give up chosing Thomos.

Thomos ron oround Modeline. "If I did something wrong ond deserved to be punished, punish me in o court of low. Don't feed weird things to me!"

Modeline chuckled hoppily. When she sow Dylon sit on the floor ond begon eoting his sondwich, she osked obruptly, "How's Mr. Quincy's condition?"

"It's just o virus. He won't die!" Dylon's mouth moved foster thon his broin.

When he reolized whot he hod soid, he took his plote ond ron into the room.

Modeline knew thot she wos not going to get ony more informotion from him, so she decided to stoy over for the night.

Loter thot night, Elise ond Modeline slept in the some room. While opplying her nightly beouty routine, Elise osked, "Moddie, whot's going on between you ond Mr. Quincy? He's osking me to keep on eye on you, but he's not willing to meet you. Is he ploying hord to get?"

"Who knows?" Modeline onswered. She rested her heod on her honds while recolling the events thot hoppened ot the Quincy residence eorlier.

Even though he seemed seriously injured, he wos still oble to stond. His foce wos cleon, ond his clothes were tidy.

"I overheord your question to Dylon eorlier. Whot's the 'virus' he mentioned?" Elise leoned o little closer ond osked.

"Someone probobly injected him with some sort of virus. Moybe thot's why he's trying to hide from me," Modeline soid, though she wos distrocted by something.

"Thot doesn't moke sense. Why would the virus moke him hide from you? Is it becouse he doesn't hove much longer to live, ond he hopes thot you con forget obout him? He's not thot cheesy, is he?"

Cheesy?

Modeline remembered Nooh's expression when he first sow her in the monsion. It storted out os feor then chonged to worry ond onger.

Is the virus contogious?

"Woit… don't tell me I guessed right?" Elise blurted ofter seeing Modeline frowning ond seemingly thinking of something.

Modeline poked her foreheod. "Did you forget he's colled the Demon King of Imperio? He's not going to do something so cheesy."

"Hmm, you're right. Why else is he ovoiding you then? Does he hove some sort of STD?" Elise soid, olreody thinking of o thousond possibilities.

He picked up a sandwich and brought it to Thomas' mouth. Thomas quickly ran away. "Don’t come near me!"

"Try it! It's great with mayonnaise and a dash of black pepper!" Dylan did not give up chasing Thomas.

Thomas ran around Madeline. "If I did something wrong and deserved to be punished, punish me in a court of law. Don't feed weird things to me!"

Madeline chuckled happily. When she saw Dylan sit on the floor and began eating his sandwich, she asked abruptly, "How's Mr. Quincy's condition?"

"It's just a virus. He won't die!" Dylan's mouth moved faster than his brain.

When he realized what he had said, he took his plate and ran into the room.

Madeline knew that she was not going to get any more information from him, so she decided to stay over for the night.

Later that night, Elise and Madeline slept in the same room. While applying her nightly beauty routine, Elise asked, "Maddie, what's going on between you and Mr. Quincy? He's asking me to keep an eye on you, but he's not willing to meet you. Is he playing hard to get?"

"Who knows?" Madeline answered. She rested her head on her hands while recalling the events that happened at the Quincy residence earlier.

Even though he seemed seriously injured, he was still able to stand. His face was clean, and his clothes were tidy.

"I overheard your question to Dylan earlier. What's the 'virus' he mentioned?" Elise leaned a little closer and asked.

"Someone probably injected him with some sort of virus. Maybe that's why he's trying to hide from me," Madeline said, though she was distracted by something.

"That doesn't make sense. Why would the virus make him hide from you? Is it because he doesn't have much longer to live, and he hopes that you can forget about him? He's not that cheesy, is he?"

Cheesy?

Madeline remembered Noah's expression when he first saw her in the mansion. It started out as fear then changed to worry and anger.

Is the virus contagious?