Aggressive Wife

Chapter 174

Chapter 174

Madeline could not help but feel taken aback when she fell into his warm embrace.

She snapped her head up and looked at him as her bloodshot eyes widened in surprise, "Noah?"

"Yes, I am. Don't be scared. I'm here."

"You're not dead?"

"Yes, as you can see, I'm totally fine."

"So, have you been watching me shamelessly searching for you in the pit?"

"No, not really…"

He felt that something was wrong with her.

"Smack"

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek.

At that moment, everything was silent.

Thomas was being blocked outside the pit as he was trying to find ways to get near the scene. He closed his eyes with his hands when Madeline slapped Noah.

Oh no, daddy!

Maybe I should go away!

Thomas sneakily turned his body but was picked up by Dylan immediately. They escaped the scene as fast as they could and hid in the car.

"Thomas, what's up? Was it terrible? Was Maddie upset?'

"Yes, daddy is doomed! I have never seen mommy so furious before!"

Dylan touched his face subconsciously as if he could feel the pain on his cheek.

On the other hand, Noah was utterly shocked after the slap.

Huh? Shouldn't Madeline be glad that I am alive?

He expected he would receive a kiss in return, not a slap!

What a big slap in the face!

"Hey, are you upset that I am alive? Why did you slap me?" Noah covered his cheek and asked sullenly.

Immediately, tears started streaming down her face.

"It's…it's my fault."His hands trembled in guilt.

"Noah, you idiot! I don't want to see you ever again!"

Madeline pushed away his arms and stomped out of the pit angrily.

Noah felt like the sky was falling.

"Madeline, let me explain…Madeline…"

Noah chased Madeline desperately while the bodyguards tried their best to be unnoticed in such a tricky situation.

"Oh my god, Mr. Quincy was slapped in the face by Mrs. Quincy, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, I saw that. Mrs. Quincy does have some guts!"

"Oh no, whose orders should we obey since they're fighting?"

"Nonsense, of course, we should obey Mrs. Quincy. Didn't you see that Mr. Quincy was not angry and even apologized to Mrs. Quincy after getting slapped? Have you seen Mr. Quincy apologize to anyone before?"

Madeline ignored Noah and opened Dylan's car door.

"Thomas, let's go!"

"Okay, mommy." Thomas slipped into Madeline's arms without any hesitation.

Just as Madeline was starting the car, Dylan rushed to her and said, "Maddie, I believe it was not Noah's intention for that to happen. It was also coincidental that I arrived at the right time. If I was late for one minute, we might be searching for him in the pit right now…"

Madeline ignored him and proceeded to put Thomas into the backseat. She then sat in the driver's seat.

Dylan was rejected ruthlessly as she slammed the car door in front of Dylan.

He made a gesture to Noah sympathetically, as if he was saying, "Sorry, Noah, that's all I could help!"

Suddenly, Noah fell to the ground.

Dylan reacted immediately and yelled, "Noah, what's wrong?!"

Dylan exaggeratedly ran toward Noah and acted like he was in shock.

Madeline glanced at them from the rearview mirror and hesitated to start the car.

"Mommy, it looks like daddy has fainted. Should we go down and have a look? He doesn't look like he is fine. He nearly got into an explosion, and now he fell on the ground." Thomas put his face to the window and said concernedly.

Madeline wanted to ignore them as she was still furious about what happened, but Thomas turned around and pleaded for his scumbag father, "Mommy, why don't we give him a chance? Even if daddy is dying, we must let him write his will first!"

Thomas crawled from the backseat to the passenger seat and pulled her arm gently.

"Fine, for the sake of the will!"

Madeline opened the door and marched toward Noah.

As she got closer, she realized that Noah had indeed fainted, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Maddie, quick! It looks like Noah has a high fever!" Dylan was secretly glad that Madeline was willing to compromise.

Madeline placed her hand on Noah's forehead and said, "Yes, you're right. Let's move him into the car, and we'll drive back to town."

"Great, but my car is too small. I can only leave Noah to your care. Since you're also injured, why don't you let me drive while both of you sit at the back?"

Madeline was speechless. She promised to drive him back, but she did not promise to take care of him!

"It's an emergency!" Dylan moved Noah into the backseat of Madeline's car as fast as lightning, and he did not even give her the time to say no.

Thomas cooperatively occupied the passenger seat when Dylan carried him onto it.

She had no choice but to sit at the back.

Soon, four of them were on the way back to town.

In the backseat, Madeline's face was sour, but she could not help but sighed when she saw Noah folding his arms and curling up due to fever. She then took off her outerwear and threw it onto Noah.

"Maddie, I realized that you care for him a lot!" Dylan glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"It's a misunderstanding."

"Okay, okay, sure…"

On the surface, Dylan agreed with her, but deep down, he was proud of her.

However, he was impressed with Noah as well. To get her attention, he shamelessly let himself fall on the ground and acted sick. It was simply a trick that was out of this world.

…

While at North Hill Cemetery, Suzette rolled down the mountain and lay in the bushes.

She was woken up by the pouring rain.

She felt her body was broken, and one little movement could cause immense pain.

The rain poured aggressively on her body, face, and in her eyes. The hatred in her heart was getting stronger.

It's all because of Madeline Grant. I wouldn't be where I am here if it were not because of her!

I can't die, I need to survive. I must revenge, and let her rot in hell!

Suzette was resentful. She tried to crawl up on her own, but her body did not respond to her.

Just as she was in despair, a car with blinding headlights was heading in her direction. The bright light shot at her, showing her bloody body.

Suzette saw hope and crawled toward the car with all her might.

"Save…save me, please."

The black car stopped at the side of the road.

The driver, who went down from the driver's seat, was holding an umbrella. He jogged to the backseat and opened the door.

Joseph Quincy's crutch stabbed into the mud, and he walked toward her, back-facing the blinding headlights.

He was like a god descending from the sky.

Behind the golden-framed glasses, a pair of powerful eyes stared at her face, and let out a wry smirk.

"Mrs. Grant, long time no see."