Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

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Chapter 121

"What? Noah, are you serious? When did this happen, and how come I didn't know about

it?" Dylan spluttered.

"Of course, you didn't know; that's nothing new," Noah replied perfunctorily. His eyes

never left the surveillance monitor screen.

The little rascal, Colton, had gone into the lift without any mishaps.

There was a large surveillance monitor in the living room, and the HD camera caught

every little nuance of young Thomas's expression for Noah to see.

Thomas had no idea at all that he was currently being monitored in real-time, and was

happily sending a message to Madeline on his phone.

Dylan noticed at this point that Noah was observing Colton's movements very carefully. At

first, he thought that Noah was being overly protective, afraid that the boy would not be

able to make it downstairs safely. However, as he continued to watch, he realized that

something was amiss.

"Noah, look; isn't Colt holding a phone? When did you get one for him? Just yesterday, I

asked him for his Instagram account, and he said he didn't have one!"

Apparently, it wasn't that the little brat didn't have an account; he just didn't want to add

Dylan to his friend list. Bah! What a waste, doting on him! Dylan's expression betrayed his

irritation.

"Madeline gave him that phone as a present," Noah answered curtly.

Dylan felt even more annoyed. Colton was really a little brat and no mistake!

"What's there to get annoyed about? I don't know his Instagram account either." Noah

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noticed that Dylan genuinely felt hurt and tried to console him a little. After all, why would

anyone need an Instagram account when they had someone's phone number? He felt that

Dylan was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"Eh? Really? Hahaha, then both of us are in the same boat. Alright, you keep an eye on

Colt while I go heat up some milk for him. He'll probably want to have it when he comes

back!" Dylan felt a lot better after hearing that. He hurried off to the kitchen to warm up

the milk.

Noah paid no further attention to him. He was focused on the monitor screen, watching

Thomas. He also noticed that the boy kept typing messages and felt very curious about

this. In the end, he switched the camera angle to a closeup of Thomas's phone screen so

he could see what was going on.

It looked as if the boy was on the Instagram messenger page. He also noticed that Thomas

had addressed the other party as "Mommy"…

Noah's heart skipped a bit involuntarily. Colton was messaging Madeline? When had they

become acquainted? A memory suddenly flashed into his mind; he recalled that when

they were coming down the Hershey Hairpin, Madeline had been talking to Colton.

If he wasn't mistaken, Colton had called her Mommy and Madeline…what had she called

him? Thomas?

When had she given Colton that nickname?

Noah looked up at this point and saw a line of text on the phone screen.

Thomas had texted, "Mommy, is my lil' brother awake yet? He knows I'm his big brother

now, right?"

Madeline replied, "You're the little brother."

Thomas sent back, "Mommy, what did you say? Lalala, I'm not listening."

Thomas and Madeline continued to message back and forth. Noah, however, was utterly

confused as he stared at the surveillance screen.

Little brother? Big brother?

Madeline had other children?

No wonder she had said she didn't like Noah anymore. She had fallen in love with

someone else; had she conceived another child with them too?

At this point, Noah felt as if his head was about to explode. The old injury from his

accident throbbed faintly, making it impossible for him to think clearly.

Dylan, who had been warming up milk for Thomas, realized that something was amiss

with Noah and hurriedly helped him to the sofa to rest.

Noah lay down. Dylan noticed that Colton was already at the door and quickly powered off

the surveillance camera in the living room, concealing it once more. After all, the young

rascal had gone downstairs to message a new acquaintance. If he discovered that his

father was spying on him, that would be quite inappropriate.

Thomas walked in right after that. The minute he saw Noah lying on the couch looking

rather pale, he ran over as fast as his little legs could carry him, feeling worried. "Daddy,

what's wrong?" He tugged anxiously at Noah's much larger hand.

Oddly enough, the fact that he was one step closer to a vast inheritance now that Noah

was ill never even crossed his mind.

"Daddy, you've got to hurry up and get better. If you do, I'll let you have all my pocket

money!" Thomas ran into Noah's arms and snuggled his fuzzy little head against Noah's

shoulder in a show of adorable cuteness.

"Don't worry, Colt. Your daddy's just tired. He'll be fine after a little rest!" Dylan reassured

Thomas after seeing his agitation. He got up and brought the boy a cup of hot chocolate

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milk, hoping it would ease Colton's worry.

He had examined Noah and discovered that it was nothing very serious, just a fainting

spell brought on by over-excitement.

"I'll drink it when Daddy wakes up…" Even the sight of his favorite chocolate milk did not

tempt Thomas. He intended to remain there with Noah until his daddy woke up.

Thomas's voice seemed to penetrate through Noah's foggy brain, and he gradually

regained consciousness. Reaching out, he gently stroked Thomas's head. "It's alright, Colt.

Daddy's fine."

"Daddy, you're awake!" Thomas perked up the minute he heard Noah speak and looked up

at him happily with wide eyes.

"Mmhmm. Come on; I'll sit with you while you drink your milk." Noah smiled warmly and

struggled to sit up. Wrapping an arm around Thomas, he took the mug of milk from Dylan.

"Noah…right now…" The man shouldn't be sitting up yet!

"I'm fine, Dylan," Noah interrupted.

"Alright, alright. Just stay put here, and I'll go downstairs to get you some medicine!"

Dylan was obviously still worried about Noah's condition and lingered for a while before

finally going down in the lift.

Thomas lay in Noah's arms, feeling extremely secure and warm.

However, this sense of well-being was abruptly shattered!

"Colt, you know that Auntie Madeline is your Mommy, don't you?"

"I…" Noah's sudden question stunned Thomas. How was he to answer this? Should he say

yes or no? Since he had no idea how much Noah knew, he elected to remain silent and

use it to his advantage.

"Daddy's very happy that your Mommy is still alive."

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