Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

"Colt? How did you get here?" Noah was considerably startled by his son's sudden

appearance. However, he still bent down and picked the little boy up.

"Uncle Wayne said you were here. I wanted to see you, so I came along. Why are you here,

Daddy?"

"Daddy was sick yesterday, so I came to consult your Auntie Madeline."

Thomas thought this was a reasonable explanation; after all, his Mommy was good at

helping people get well. However, he wasn't sure what sort of illness would necessitate

drawing a large turtle on Noah's chest!

"I've prepared a change of clothes for you, sir." When Wayne saw the turtle drawn in

lipstick on Noah's chest, he almost spat out the mouthful of oatmeal he was on the verge

of swallowing. It took him a considerable effort to regain his composure before he was

able to stand up and pass Noah his clothes.

Noah went off to change as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. When he came

back, he had enough of an appetite that Albert made him a large stack of pancakes for

breakfast.

When Wayne saw his aristocratic, aloof boss sitting together with everyone at the table

and happily eating pancakes, he thought he must be dreaming.

Was there anyone who could possibly enlighten him on what had happened last night? He

half-suspected that a doppelganger had taken Noah's place!

The man couldn't possibly have been possessed by some alien soul, could he?

Right at this moment, Madeline made her way downstairs and came to an abrupt halt

when she saw the cozy family-like scene in the dining room. For a moment, words failed

her.

"Noah Quincy! Why are you still here?"

Ten minutes later, Noah and Wayne found themselves unceremoniously ushered out of the

house. Thomas stood at the massive French windows and watched as Madeline ordered

them out, waving to them both in a spurious show of sympathy.

"Sir, is it really alright to leave Colton here?" Wayne could not help worrying. This Madeline

Grant was a woman with far too many secrets; they still had not been able to fully

investigate her background yet.

"It's fine." As far as Noah was concerned, right now, Colton needed to spend more time

with his birth mother anyway. He strode out of the villa with a light heart; even though

Madeline had chased him off, he was still in a good mood. Furthermore, if Colton remained

here, he could pick him up that night.

That way, he could kill two birds with one stone!

…

Suzette had visited the Quincy residence first thing in the morning, asking about Angie.

Mr. Charles knew that the Grants were on the Quincy blacklist, and refused to allow her

into the house. However, Suzette insisted that Angie had attended the function last night

but had not come home; that was why she was here looking for her daughter.

Mr. Charles was not as gullible as that and was about to have her escorted out.

Right at this point, however, Angie emerged from the back of the house. Her body was

covered with faint red marks, and she insisted that she had been with Noah the entire

night.

Mr. Charles felt that this was going a bit too far. He did not want these women to defame

his young master though, so he reluctantly allowed them inside before hurriedly calling

Noah on the phone.

Suzette and Angie were ushered into the living room, and all the servants gave them a

wide berth.

This did not bother Suzette in the least. After all, her daughter would soon be the new

mistress of the Quincy household; those lowly servants wouldn't be able to look down their

noses at them then!

"My dear, it seems you managed to get Noah into bed last night, from the looks of

things?"

"I guess so. That was one strong drug; I only took a little of it, but everything's just a blur.

Noah's got some stamina! We were at it all night…" Angie blurted out, her cheeks turning

red from embarrassment.

All these five years, she hadn't even managed to hold Noah's hand. Normally, he was very

resistant to any physical contact with her, and she had often wondered what his problem

was. As it turned out, he was quite the beast in bed; her lower back was still aching!

"Excellent! Based on what I see of Noah's personality, he'll behave responsibly once you're

pregnant. All you have to do is wait until you're the new mistress of the Quincy

household!"

"But Mom, didn't we decide it would be best to wait until I got pregnant before we said

anything to Noah? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

"Silly girl, I thought it over and figured something like this would have to come out sooner

or later. Anyway, what if you don't get pregnant? It'll have been for nothing."

"Mom, I'm sure I'll be able to get pregnant. I told you, we were at it all night. My back's

about to break…"

"Alright, alright. You're the future Mrs. Quincy, my dear. Where's Noah, though? Why isn't

he out of bed yet? He should at least take you to get changed, given you're looking like

that."

"I have no idea. When I woke up this morning, I was the only one there."

"What? He left you on your own?" Suzette was infuriated. Noah Quincy was really too

much! After practically ripping Angie's clothes to shreds, didn't he even have the courtesy

to bother about her?

Despite her anger, Suzette still felt that something was amiss.

"Angie, are you absolutely sure that the person you slept with last night was Noah

Quincy?"

"Mom, what kind of question is that? Of course it was Noah! If it wasn't him, then who else

could it be?" Besides, who else would be so good in bed and have the stamina to keep

going at it all night?

"But you weren't in Noah's room when I arrived this morning. You came out from the back

of the house. Where did the two of you go last night?" Suzette recalled Angie's

appearance when she first arrived in the morning, which only increased her nagging

feeling that something was off.

"Mom, we just went to the shed at the back of the house! I woke up in there!" Angie's

cheeks blazed scarlet, and she looked down to hide her embarrassment.

"Angie darling, this is incredibly important. It's the crux of the whole plan. Are you

absolutely sure it was Noah?"

"Of course I am, Mom! Don't you trust me? Just wait and see, you'll be Noah's mother-in-

law soon!"