Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 440 Mommy Has Many Suitors

"I assume you wouldn't just casually tell people what your schedule is?"

Madeline pretended not to hear the resentment in Noah's tone.

Noah insisted on expressing his true feelings, "Well, but you're not just anyone, you're my wife."

Madeline snorted icily, "Soon to be ex-wife."

"Are you jealous? You shouldn't be jealous of her with someone of your intelligence. Even so, I'm still overjoyed that I made you jealous."

"Mr. Quincy, you are overthinking. Five years ago, I stopped acting like a child and stopped getting jealous."

Madeline hurled those hurtful words at Noah, hoping he would end the call quickly.

How could Noah let the chance to speak with her pass so easily? After all, she's been acting incredibly coldly toward him lately. He was in luck if she answered one of his calls out of the ten times he called.

Dylan's comment that his wife would leave him would probably come true if this kept up.

"You can still feel jealous right now. For elderly couples like us, feeling jealous of one another has a certain appeal."

"Who is that elderly couple you have? Mr. Quincy, please watch your tongue!" Madeline rolled her eyes helplessly.

Noah chuckled softly. His deep and rich voice was as graceful as a cello. His voice was so seductive that Madeline could feel his presence over the phone. Madeline's cheeks blushed uncontrollably.

"I made a mistake. We're actually a young couple. My wife is forever eighteen in my heart."

"Mr. Quincy, have you been experiencing a personality disorder lately?"

He yelled angrily at me for derailing his plans during our last phone call. Even more, he texted Mackenzie to say that he was planning to replace me with someone else. During this call, this guy started acting suddenly clingy and sweet toward me. What else could it be if it's not a personality disorder?

"Really? That means that I must be losing my mind because each of my personalities misses you so much."

"Mr. Quincy, reserve these words for impressionable young girls. Hearing them makes me laugh, which is disgusting for someone with my experience."

phone after tiring of hearing

screen, which had darkened. Gradually, his expression

and Noah used to argue, but every time, as long as he used his charm and shamelessly showered her with romantic words, she would be drawn into a passionate mood that made her cheeks flush and her heart race. Their relationship would

a little

claim that she found me disgusting if it were just because of online rumors or their previous argument. So, something else that I’m not aware

would you like to have some?" Sadie questioned

walked into Noah's room in her

shifted from her face to her apparel. Previously, he had never given her attire any thought, but today he noticed that the nightdress she was donning was a bit too seductive. It

this entered his bedroom at half past twelve in the night,

coldly, ignoring Sadie's shy expression, "In the future, please knock

up in her eyes. She said, "I'm

the right to enter my room without my consent just because I didn't hear you knock! Do you think it's appropriate to dress like this and enter a married man's room in

were looking at trash, and he considered that this might be

her face

face, she said, "Sadie's just a naive little girl. Why do you have to

little girl? More like a

gaze softened when he saw Karen's haggard face. His throat became choked up with the words he was about to lash out at

you. I’m the one who told her to make herself

the door and spoke earnestly with

He said, "In the future, there’s no need to clean my room. I don’t need other people to organize my personal belongings. Tell her to stay

"Noah, you…"

spoils me. Since I was a young child, I've had a haughty and domineering personality. I don't like when people

demeanor, but she was forced to leave his room out of consideration

as she was gone, Noah locked his door

did you

…

heard her phone ring, but she did not answer it. However, the more she ignored it,

saw Noah bombarding her with

won't you reply to my