Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 295 Thrills Are The Way Of Life

At the Golden Dome's 88th floor.

"Daddy, Daddy, Mommy's downstairs!" Thomas barged into Noah's room in a frenzy after checking his positioning system.

Noah was lounging on the couch with Dylan patting on a layer of foundation onto his face.

"Daddy, are you trying to scare Mommy by pretending to be a zombie?" Thomas couldn't bear the sight of his father and closed his eyes.

That prompted Dylan to take a second look. "The shade does seem a little off."

Noah checked himself in the mirror. It wasn't just "off". He looked like he had white paint haphazardly smeared on his face.

"Dylan Felch!" He snarled at Dylan, who disappeared from the room after tossing the powder foundation aside.

Thomas urgently tugged on his father's sleeve with a reminder. "Go wash up, Daddy. Mommy is almost here!"

"Mommy's in the elevator, Daddy." Colton poked his head into the room.

Noah sprang for the bathroom to wash his face and then changed into wet clothes.

The sight that greeted Madeline when she walked in was one where a pale-as-a-sheet Noah sat on the sofa soaking wet and staring off into space. He looked terrible.

Sitting next to him was the expressionless Mackenzie, who met her mother's questioning gaze and shrugged.

Noah had promised to buy her the latest Princess Elsa figurine and agreed to take her on a trip around Imperia for the best snacks. That was why she agreed to act in their little play.

Thomas was one who loved fooling around. He grabbed Madeline's hand after seeing her stare at Noah with clear suspicion. "Mommy, Daddy won't take his medicine. Is he going to die?"

She was still skeptical until she felt his forehead for his temperature. He was indeed burning up.

"Why didn't you take your meds?"

"I'm too depressed to care." Noah looked up at her piteously.

radiated innocence, overwhelming

worry. Dylan's skilled. You'll get better." She thought that he was down in the dumps because he

words "I'm sad because you don't care" were left stuck in his throat. He looked down, looking even worse

responsibility for the matter too. She

his servant responded by handing him

it but instead

choice but to take the pills and fetch him

appearance as Noah took his medicine and ushered the three

Noah were left

joke next time." She couldn't help but recall what happened last night as

could feel her cheeks heating up as she pulled him up

was already calling for her

"What's wrong?" She asked.

door after having changed his clothes, though his top

expression on his face was a clear message to her that he was doing this on

me with the buttons." He stood there

laugh and

nothing more as he trailed behind her. Wherever she went, he'd

a point where she had no choice but to help him with his

slid across

but had no choice but to hold back for

noticing the look on his face. She got on her tip-toes

or perhaps intentionally scraped over

His blood boiled under his skin, clamoring for him to

me to do?" She asked in a purposeful gentle

had to take some responsibility for the matter too. She softened her tone.

her away. He murmured, disappointed, "I'm sorry, my

okay. You'll get better." She took two steps back, somewhat convinced that he was

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