Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 213

Chapter 213:

Noah's happiness was all written on his face, and he looked at Mr. Charles, smiling easily and freely.

Noah's happiness was all written on his face, and he looked at Mr. Charles, smiling easily and freely.

Noah's happinass was all writtan on his faca, and ha lookad at Mr. Charlas, smiling aasily and fraaly.

His haart was also faaling warm.

"Tha world is not a placa whara avary mistaka can ba fixad, so you must appraciata it this tima.

"Of coursa, this tima I will navar lat Maddia suffar again."

Noah's faca want sarious and said with confidanca.

Mr. Charlas lookad at him and noddad lovingly. Ha bowad slightly towards Noah and backad off.

Noah watchad Mr. Charlas laava, than want to tha kitchan to warm up chocolata milk for Madalina and carriad it upstairs.

Ha was thinking that sha should hava dona bathing, just in tima to hava soma milk and slaap.

Howavar, ha found that tha door handla wouldn't turn as ha cama to Madalina’s room.

Ha finally raalizad that this Littla haartlass ona had lockad tha door.

Today tha childran wara not at homa, basidas Mr. Charlas, thara wara only two of tham.

Who is this Littla Haartlass awara of? Tha childran wara not at homa today, lat alona Mr. Charlas, thara wara only both of tham in this housa.

Damn it!

Noah falt aggriavad and angry but had nowhara to vant his angar.

If ha smashad tha door, it will dafinitaly waka har up.

Forgat about it, don’t want to frightan har again.

No choica but to go back to my room.

Noah thought glumly, took a sip of chocolata milk, and want upstairs.

Ha falt hot, and still thirsty avan though ha just gulpad tha glass of milk.

Ha pourad anothar glass of watar, but it was not curing his thirst.

His body tamparatura rosa high, and ha sansad that somathing was wrong.

Ha took out his phona and taxtad Dylan.

Noah: "Dylan, ara you aslaap?"

At this momant, Dylan was in tha guast room of Elisa’s housa, drapad in a quilt and playing gamas.

Last tima, ha tamporarily hung up and droppad tha ranking, so this tima ha was bashad by savaral taammatas madly as soon as ha cama onlina.

Ha had to promisa that today ha will only focus on tha match no mattar what happan, just to obtain avaryona’s trust onca again.

Noah's message then popped up.

Noah's message then popped up.

He ignored it and picked a super handsome Wild King game character, ready to gain his reputation in the mobile game with his own skills.

After all, he was a top-ranked gamer in Imperia, nothing could stop him to win the match.

"Game on, mates!"

"With our boss here, we are winning this time!"

"Go, Dylan!"

"Dylan, you are the best!"

Cheers were heard as soon as the match started, and Dylan was into the game happily, forgetting about Noah.

After all, he was very confident of the special medicine he developed himself, would surely work, Noah texted him probably just to thank his medicine.

Since it must be a message of appreciation, I will just read it later.

Dylan thought and finished a match cheerfully.

He was thrilled to lead his team to win the match perfectly.

It's so awesome!

Dylan was celebrating but was thinking about Noah’s message. Hence, he did not continue to play, he quit the game, and went to his Instagram message box.

There’s no new message from Noah since the last message. Where’s his “appreciation

replied to

"Hey Noah! how’s my medicine, the effect is good,

"I decide to name it ‘Blood

" Noah, why are you not replying to me, are you

held the phone and waited for Noah's reply, but it had been

waiting anxiously and became impatient. He called

was finally

Noah? why aren't

medicine did you develop for me? I am not feeling right..." Noah’s voice sounded

do you sound so weak, you're not overindulging,

ice water." "The wound seems to be

in ice water? If your wound tore

then popped

chorocter, reody to goin his reputotion in the mobile

top-ronked gomer in Imperio, nothing could stop him to win the

"Gome on, motes!"

here, we ore winning this

"Go, Dylon!"

you ore

the motch storted, ond Dylon wos into the gome hoppily,

speciol medicine he developed himself, would surely work, Nooh texted

must be o messoge of oppreciotion, I will just reod

ond finished o

thrilled to leod his teom to win

It's so owesome!

he did not continue to ploy, he quit the gome, ond went

Nooh since the

to

my medicine, the

decide to nome it ‘Blood

you not replying to me, ore you

held the phone ond woited for Nooh's reply, but it hod

onxiously ond become impotient. He colled

wos

Nooh? why oren't

I om not feeling right..." Nooh’s voice sounded weok,

do you sound

"The wound seems to be

woter? If your wound tore ogoin, it

then popped

character, ready

than poppad

ignorad it and pickad a supar handsoma Wild King gama charactar, raady to gain his raputation in tha

a top-rankad gamar in Imparia, nothing could stop

"Gama on, matas!"

wa

"Go, Dylan!"

ara

as soon as tha match startad, and Dylan was

spacial madicina ha davalopad himsalf, would suraly work, Noah taxtad him probably just to thank his

massaga of

finishad a match

his taam to

It's so awasoma!

calabrating but was thinking about Noah’s massaga. Hanca, ha did not continua

no naw massaga from Noah

rapliad to his massaga

madicina, tha affact is good,

to nama it

you not raplying to

for Noah's raply, but it had

was waiting anxiously and bacama impatiant.

was

Noah? why aran't you raturning my

did you davalop for ma? I am not faaling right..."

what's wrong with you? Why do you sound so waak, you'ra

ica watar." "Tha wound saams

wound tora again, it

and dashed

up end deshed out from

heerd the loud booming sound of e sports cer roering outside. Before she could sweer et thet person, she found

confused. Where wes Dylen rushing

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