Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 122

Noah gently stroked his son's head, cradling the boy in his arms with tender affection.

Thomas felt his heart quicken when he heard what his father said. "Is that true? Are you really happy, Daddy?" He turned to look at Noah enquiringly, feeling slightly exhilarated.

"Of course," Noah answered calmly. After all, it was only right that a family should be together.

Noah's answer set the wheels in Thomas's brain spinning, and he swiftly began considering the possibilities of the situation.

From the looks of it, Daddy really liked Mommy still. However, if he really and truly liked her, then why had he behaved like such a scumbag? Was this what people meant when they said that after sowing one's wild oats, home was invariably the sweetest haven of all?

Thomas did not know what to do. Lately, he had begun to feel that Daddy was becoming a much better person. Nonetheless, Noah had still been a massive scumbag in the past! Did he truly want to help Daddy get together with Mommy so they could start afresh? He felt extremely conflicted.

Noah looked down thoughtfully at the little boy in his arms. Something flickered in his eyes for a moment, then he retrieved his own phone and pulled up his Instagram account. "Colt, why don't you add me to your friend list?"

"Huh? Daddy, you never use Instagram, right?" Thomas blinked as he saw Noah's Instagram account, considerably startled.

His own Instagram handle was "Thomas The Handsomest Dude." If he added Noah to his friend list, his deception would be exposed in no time.

"I've started using it now. Why, Colt, don't you want to be friends with Daddy?" Noah could see that the little rascal was in a dilemma and deliberately added fuel to the fire by asking the question in a slightly hurt tone.

The man might be a tyrannical CEO, but it was impossible to resist him when he put on his sad puppy act!

"N-no, no, that's not it, Daddy…here, I'll add you…" Thomas resigned himself to his fate, pulled out his phone, and added Noah to his Instagram friend list.

"Thomas? Is this your new nickname?"

that's right! Do you like it, Daddy?" His scumbag daddy was pretty smart! In fact, Noah had saved him

do. It sounds nice and it's cute," Noah replied with unconcealed approval. His own Instagram handle was "Noah Quincy", which was

his hands in the bathroom and hurriedly pulled up his private message conversation with Madeline. With some pride, he typed, "Mommy

…

of money instantly attracted five of the hostesses, who happily entertained him

at least. Now that he was unemployed, however, he had outgoing expenses

he had managed to find a way around that, even if it was illegal. He felt he deserved to enjoy

result, he did not see the message that Tony sent him until he

pissing

he saw himself humiliating Angie so thoroughly. Tony wasn't bad with a camera at all; he had chosen an angle that made Asher

in an excellent mood when he started listening to it. However, by the time he finished

fell out of bed in his hurry to get up. Snatching his clothes from the floor, he

sent him back through

h*ll are you?" Asher flailed and fell backward, his rotund body landing squarely on the floor. In pain, he grabbed at his chest and started yelling angrily at the unwelcome

to his feet and bowed his head obsequiously, plastering a smile

in such a rush, Mr. Walter. Mr. Quincy sent me here to

I know where Ms. Angie Grant is? I think you've got the wrong person, Mr. Hudson." Asher kept his

her for Noah even if he tried. If he managed a plausible denial, he was sure that Wayne would not

you're so busy with so many important matters. Never mind. Let me help jog your memory." Wayne gestured, and one of the bodyguards standing behind him immediately stepped forward with a phone. On it was the video from last

grabbed Asher and pried his eyes open wide, shoving the video in his

pain from being manhandled that he could not help but beg for mercy. "I remember now, I do! I…I pulled a cruel prank on her, but after that, I left! I really don't know where Angie is now!" He fell to the ground, rolling in agony as he felt his injured eye sockets. He felt as if his eyeballs would fall out at any moment, they hurt

Mr. Walter. I think we're going to have to take you down memory lane in earnest before you can remember

"Yes, sir!"