Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 82

Angie thought luck was finally in her favor after snagging herself the cash cow so quickly. There would be no need for her to continue to stew in the pigsty.

The old man's answer, however, extinguished the hope ignited within her.

He squandered his riches like dirt. He was bold and frank.

After all, he was just an upstart who happened to make a fortune but he was hollow inside.

He wasn't even close to being an ant when compared to Noah.

This man couldn't even be compared to that pig, Jerry. At least the Lowe family was a proper gentry.

"You can use those to coax the younger ones. They mean nothing to me. Where's your sincerity?"

Angie swept her newly permed curls aside and took the opportunity to get out of the arms of the lecherous old man.

The old man could immediately tell that she was going to ask for an unjustly large amount and no longer intended to spoil her. He took on a dour expression.

"Haha, sincerity? Who do you think you are? You're just a good little b*tch. There are countless girls here. You're not worth anything. If it weren't for your youth or beauty, I wouldn't even bother with you."

The old man whose face was flushed red from drinking mocked and sarcastically cursed at her. It was only after he had his fun that he walked away with another two girls in his embrace.

"Huh! Bastard! Who do you think you are? You're talking out of your *ss!"

"If it wasn't for that slut Madeline getting in my way, you wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my shoes!"

"I'm going to have this dilapidated clubhouse demolished once I turn the tables!"

Angie had believed that she could have the place bow to her whims with her beauty and figure.

To think that even a dirt-cheap idiot would mock her with reckless abandon.

She was so indignant that she was convinced her breast implants were going to explode and stood in the booth cursing and yelling.

Her appearance had become exactly that of a shrew found in the markets...

Maple Forest Villa. Living room.

Noah stared absently at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace of grief.

peacefully with Madeline

he would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own

wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued

worse, he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs

to remember

his son as

so he could

maintained his composure

the early hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the

however, neither of them had

there was no food in the home

was what forced

care of

door opened and Thomas's head

scanned his surroundings, like an

his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on

Madeline into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between

vigilant

Let Mommy out. We can't stay in forever. It's boring to keep

patted the child's head with a tender look

out and made a

true when they say one

Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped

doesn't like when things are loud and will wake up even

herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at

stopped and

him lying so still. She removed her apron and

purple. There was barely any color

wake him up only to find

What's going on? He

finger between his brows only for her worry to grow

a person born in the Quincy

was still an adult at any rate. He should at least know how

left him

after one night

of the wine bottles on the coffee table changed her worry into