Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Madeline had a hard time believing he was awake past midnight. Moreover, this was such a grand

display. How was she going to secretly retrieve something from Noah's study?

"Thomas said he left a toy here. He asked me to get it for him," Madeline casually made up an excuse.

Mr. Charles immediately called the other servants, "Pay attention everyone, we need to assist Mrs.

Quincy in finding that toy."

Madeline politely declined, "I'm fine. Now is the time for everyone to go to bed; I can find it on my own.

There is no need to make such a fuss. Please don't mention this to Mr. Quincy."

Mr. Charles hesitated and looked at her. Madeline continues to persuade him, "Noah doesn't like it

when other people enter his room, and I can find it myself."

"Just ring the bell if Mrs. Quincy needs anything. We'll be waiting outside."

"Don’t wait for me. Everyone should go to bed. I won't dare to return if you keep acting this way."

Madeline was tired of persuading him. She was forced to use her trump card, which involved acting

adorable. She hoped Mr. Charles would abandon his plan to wait outside to assist her.

Mr. Charles agreed, "Alright, alright! We won't bother Mrs. Quincy. Please stop by again. Every day, Sir

looks forward to your visits."

The old butler appeared to be worried that Madeline would stop dropping by. He quickly ordered the

servants to return to their rooms. He looked at Madeline with reluctance and obeyed her wish to go

back to his room.

Madeline exhaled in relief when the bright lights in the house were finally turned off.

She tiptoed to Noah's study. The door had a fingerprint lock. The moment she placed her finger on the

handle, it unlocked immediately. She had no idea when Noah recorded her fingerprint.

Madeline opened the door and went straight to the bookcase. She sensed a presence approaching her

as soon as she pulled the drawer out. In a defensive move, she grabbed a picture frame from the table

and threw it at the person.

As soon as that person caught the picture frame, she sprinted for the door to turn on the light.

There was no doubt that this person was stronger in combat than Madeline. He grabbed the frame,

pressed his hand up against the table, jumped over the big desk, and landed in front of Madeline.

Then, with one arm around her waist, he pulled her close and pressed her tightly against his chest.

Madeline picked up a familiar scent, and she knew who it belonged to right away.

That man lowered his head and kissed her lips when she was dumbfounded.

Madeline found it difficult to turn away from him because of the allure of his soft lips. After a gentle

entanglement, the raging passion consumed Madeline's reason. She was compelled to indulge in the

sensations that were amplified by the darkness.

By her ear, a seductive low chuckle could be heard. A broad palm then took hold of her hand, guiding

Madeline's hand to rest on his throbbing Adam's apple.

In Madeline's head, there was a loud bang. Finally, a string that had been stretched to its limit broke.

The fingers of an eager hand that was holding onto her waist were dancing as it slowly raised itself

upward, little by little, lighting fire on her entire upper body.

"Mmm…" A soft moan escaped Madeline’s lips.

The man appeared to have received an order. He lifted the woman up and placed her on the desk. He

seized her hand, which was obscuring his Adam's apple, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Madeline's face got even redder as she remembered how she had jokingly said she wanted to feel his

ripped muscles under his shirt. She was at her limit. She dodged his kiss and ventured out her anger

with a gentle bite on Adam's apple.

A low groan escaped him. Then he whispered the word "Siren" in her ear.

He spoke with a deep, hoarse voice that was a hundred times more seductive than the phony husky

voices in the video.

Madeline asked seductively, "If I'm a siren, then what are you? A seaman?"

She leaned against Noah with her clothes half-open. Her fair skin and graceful figure appeared both

pure and seductive under the moonlight.

As he opened the zipper on the back of her dress, Noah chuckled, "It seems like the siren wants to

prey on her victim now."

Madeline sensed the reaction, which came from his lower body. When she thought the moment was

about right, she leaped off the desk, broke free of his embrace, and leisurely adjusted her clothes by

the window.

Noah felt as if his heart had been taken away by her when she left his embrace. He walked toward her

in a daze. There was some confusion in his eyes.

His foolish side was something Madeline had never seen before. Her heart helplessly softened a little.

She arranged her clothing before bringing out the office chair and sitting in it. Then she asked him,

"Does Mr. Quincy hide like this even in his own home?"

Noah snapped back to reality, but he did not straighten his shirt right away. Instead, he persisted in

projecting the image of being abandoned and bullied.

He looked straight into her eyes and said, "My wife keeps hiding from me, if I don’t do this, I'm afraid I'll

have no choice but to become a monk."

"I suppose Mr. Quincy is afraid that I'll take that picture. Why did you hurriedly return? What's in that

photo that you’re trying to keep away from me?"

Madeline's fingers danced lightly on the desk, mimicking the naughty motion Noah had earlier made on

her waist. That movement of hers made Noah feel like his body was on fire again.