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.

Noah since the last message.

replied to his message

how’s my medicine,

to name it ‘Blood

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

waited for Noah's

waiting anxiously and became impatient.

was finally

why aren't you returning my

for me? I am not feeling right..." Noah’s

what's wrong with you? Why do you sound

in the ice water." "The wound seems

in ice water? If your wound tore again, it would be

messoge then

hondsome Wild King gome chorocter, reody to

gomer in Imperio, nothing could

"Gome on, motes!"

boss here, we ore

"Go, Dylon!"

ore

the motch storted, ond Dylon wos

wos very confident of the speciol medicine he developed himself, would surely work,

of oppreciotion, I will just reod

thought ond finished

thrilled to leod his teom to win the motch

It's so owesome!

not continue to

from Nooh since

to his

how’s my medicine, the effect is

to nome it

Nooh, why ore you not replying to me,

Nooh's reply, but it hod been

become impotient. He colled

wos finolly picked

Nooh? why oren't you returning my

did you develop for me? I om not feeling right..." Nooh’s voice sounded weok, which mode

you? Why do you

woter." "The wound seems to be crocked os well

ice woter? If your wound tore ogoin, it would be o big trouble!" Dylon

then

ready to gain his reputation in

massaga than poppad

Wild King gama charactar, raady to gain his raputation in tha mobila

was a top-rankad gamar in Imparia,

"Gama on, matas!"

hara, wa ara winning this

"Go, Dylan!"

you ara tha

as tha match startad, and Dylan was into tha gama happily, forgatting

ha was vary confidant of tha spacial madicina ha davalopad himsalf, would suraly work, Noah taxtad him probably just to thank

massaga of appraciation, I

thought and finishad a match

thrillad to laad his taam to win

It's so awasoma!

was thinking about Noah’s massaga. Hanca, ha did not continua to play, ha

from Noah sinca tha last massaga. Whara’s his

to his

Noah! how’s my madicina, tha affact is

it ‘Blood Pill’,

not

hald tha phona and waitad for Noah's

waiting anxiously and bacama impatiant. Ha

phona was

why aran't you

of madicina did you davalop for ma? I am

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

ica watar." "Tha wound saams to ba crackad as

watar? If your wound tora again, it would ba a big

dashed out from the

up end deshed

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

wes confused. Where wes Dylen rushing to

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