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.

always slept peacefully with Madeline by his

days of proper

left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be no sound coming from

from dusk to midnight with no

is going to

son as he watched the pitch-black night

to argue with a five-year-old child so he could only make a mental note

maintained his composure

day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside.

all honesty, however, neither of them had

just that there was no food in the home

what forced them to

care of

opened and Thomas's

his surroundings, like an infrared

when he found his scumbag dad had persevered

would accidentally wake

highly vigilant

loss for words. "It's okay. Let Mommy out. We can't stay in forever. It's boring to

the child's head with a tender look in

child out and made

was certainly true when they say one would feel

at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a mouthful of

off with my scumbag dad. He doesn't like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn't respond even when I tugged

when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

She stopped and

so still. She removed her apron and went

were chapped and purple.

him up

fever? What's going on? He was fine

a finger between his brows only for her worry to grow

an easy life as a person born

adult at any rate. He should at least know how to

why she left him

think he developed a fever after one

the wine bottles on the coffee table changed