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?"

pretty smart! In fact, Noah had saved him the trouble of finding an adequate explanation. That was one less

replied with unconcealed approval. His own Instagram handle

pulled up his private message conversation with

…

a nightclub. The exorbitant amount of money instantly attracted five of the hostesses, who happily entertained him the

had some form of income, at least. Now that he was unemployed, however, he had outgoing expenses but no money coming in, so even if he

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

the next morning. As a result, he did not see the message that Tony sent

the video of him pissing on Angie was

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

glee, he noticed that Tony had left him a voice message. Initially, he thought that Tony was congratulating him and was in an excellent mood when he started listening to

sh*t now!" Asher snarled as he almost fell out of bed in his hurry to get up. Snatching his clothes from the floor, he pulled them on as fast as he could and fled out the door, not even bothering to put on

minute he stepped outside, however, someone sent him back through the door

floor. In pain, he grabbed at his chest and started yelling angrily at the unwelcome newcomer. When he finally recognized the other person,

bowed his head obsequiously, plastering

such a rush, Mr. Walter. Mr. Quincy sent me

is? I think you've got

her for Noah even if he tried. If he managed a plausible

slipped your mind, Mr. Walter, given you're so busy with so many important matters. Never mind. Let me help jog

Asher and pried his eyes open wide, shoving the video

so much 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

we're going to have to take you down memory lane in earnest before you can remember properly.

"Yes, sir!"