Aggresive Wife

Chapter 417

CHAPTER 417 BLOCKED NUMBER

Madeline never had the chance to answer the idol’s question as the fans were hot on their tail. They had to carry on fleeing the scene.

“Turn right, Mommy.” Sitting in Madeline’s arms, Mackenzie directed the way. She had given Auntie Elisa a call earlier, and Auntie Elisa said they were at the parking lot.

Madeline successfully arrived at the parking lot thanks to Mackenzie’s brilliant direction and swiftly got into the car.

As the car drove out of the airport, the shadowy group of fans in the back grew smaller. Madeline let out a sigh of relief and straightened out Mackenzie’s disheveled hair.

“Are you hurt in any way?” Worried, Madeline queried.

Mackenzie shook her head and turned her attention to the idol whose eyes were gleaming.

Madeline looked over. She was so fixated on running away to notice the culprit getting into the car with them.

“Who is he, Mommy? Why did he get into our car?” Thomas stared curiously at the young idol. Colton warily checked the guy out. The idol was neither handsome nor wealthy like Daddy, so there was nothing to worry about.

“Hello, I’m Clinton Hector. I’m Mackenzie’s fan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Clinton flashed those pearly whites. It was one heck of a killer smile.

Nevertheless, everybody in the vehicle simply stared at him. They were unfazed by his smile which could leave girls weak in the knees.

Embarrassed, Clinton froze with the smile on his face. He could probably pull a muscle cramp on his face.

Madeline felt sorry for the guy since she would not have made it out of the airport in one piece if he had not helped her up. Hence, she sincerely thanked him.

It gave Clinton an out from the social awkwardness. “It’s fine. It’s fine. I’m glad to be of help.”

“Ah! I know who you are! Aren’t you the idol who has come under fire online? Your meme is everywhere.” Elisa slapped her thigh and curiously examined Clinton’s face.

“They said your nose is fake.”

Clinton pinched his nose and did a 180-degree twist.

“They said you had eyelid surgery.”

Clinton pulled and tugged on his eyelids.

“They said you have your jawline altered.”

Clinton kneaded the skin around his chin to prove his innocence.

“They said you shaved your cheekbones.” Elise raised her voice. She saw the comparison photos, and she was sure Clinton had his cheekbones shaved.

Clinton helplessly looked at Elise, not knowing how to show her that he had done nothing of that sort.

Elise’s eyes lit up. Her perverted gaze lingered around his face to his abdomens. “They said your six-pack is painted on. Hehe.”

Clinton tucked his T-shirt down and gave Elise a look as if she was a pervert. “It’s not.”

“Hehe. Show me. Show me, and then I’ll believe you.” Elise motioned to lift Clinton’s shirt.

It so happened that Madeline’s phone rang. Thomas snatched the phone, accepted the call, and screamed, “Daddy!”

Standing before a floor-to-ceiling window, Noah looked down at the bustling night view of New Yale. The children’s voice softened the chill in his eyes.

Nevertheless, the tenderness did not last long.

Did Madeline pass the phone to the children because she did not want to take the call?

“Daddy, when are you coming back? I miss you already.” Thomas playfully sought Noah’s attention through the phone. Mackenzie drew close and said, “Daddy, I miss you so much. Colt misses you too.”

“I miss all of you. Once my work here is done, I will…”

A cry from the other end of the line cut Noah off mid-sentence. Although it was only a faint sound, Noah recognized the voice to belong to Madeline.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Clinton unbuckled the safety belt to escape from Elise’s clutches. Nevertheless, he stumbled into Madeline’s arms when the car was turning a corner.

“Haha! Clint, you’re done for. You just copped a feeling on Maddie!” Jessica joked amid laughter.

Madeline shot Elise a death stare before speaking softly to Clinton. “Put on your seat belt.”

She could tell the guy, who was caught in an online shitstorm, was a shy introvert. Elise’s flirting had painted a blush across his face and neck.

The boy would probably jump out of the car if Elise kept up with the act.

“Thank you.” Clinton smiled docilely.

Putting her hands against her chest, Elise exaggeratedly uttered, “Although you’re making eyes at Maddie, you hurt me in the process, and you need to be held responsible for that. Get it?”

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