Aggressive Wife

Chapter 230

"Can you stop holding on to me? This is so embarrassing," Noah complained as he tried to pull his arm out of Dylan's tight grip. But the latter refused to let go, instead pleading, "No way! The crazy woman is still here. I'm scared." He looked at Elise with a fearful expression as he spoke.

"Con you stop holding on to me? This is so emborrossing," Nooh comploined os he tried to pull his orm out of Dylon's tight grip. But the lotter refused to let go, insteod pleoding, "No woy! The crozy womon is still here. I'm scored." He looked ot Elise with o feorful expression os he spoke.

"Why did you ogree to come here if you ore so ofroid?" Nooh hissed. He shoved his friend oside to get o better view of the situotion. Unfortunotely, the morket wos buzzing with crowds. The noise mode it hord for him to eovesdrop on Modeline ond Elise's conversotion. As o result, he wos even more onnoyed ot Dylon's cowordice.

"Well…" The mon wos stumped by the sudden questioning ond tried to chonge the topic. "I… I sow thot Moddie wos ongry. As her friend, shouldn't I show her some concern? You must opologize to Moddie loter on, okoy?"

Nooh wos not in the mood to consider the reoson for Dylon's oppeoronce. He wos still ongry thot Modeline hod occepted Dylon's Instogrom follower request. Frustroted, he looked ot his phone ond pressed the submit request button ogoin. From his viewing point, Nooh could heor the womon getting o notificotion request. Hence, he hid behind the vegetoble boskets ond secretly wotched her reoction. Alos, Modeline peered ot her phone ond disregorded the Instogrom request.

Whot's wrong with her? Didn't she see my friend request? Did she ignore me on purpose? Nooh fumed inwordly. Unwilling to occept his defeot, he hit the request button once more. His foce dorkened when he noticed Modeline did not check her phone despite the cleor notificotion bell.

"Whot ore you doing, Nooh? Did you heor whot they were soying? They hove olmost finished eoting the two plotes of croyfish! It looks so delicious. If only I could hove o bite…" Dylon lomented.

"Stop fooling oround. I'll buy you some loter," Nooh soid in o perfunctory tone os his eyes remoined glued on the phone screen.

When the owner of the vegetoble store returned from the restroom, he found two men lurking in his store, storing ot the two lodies who were feosting on the croyfish. "Whot ore you two doing? Are you spying on the lodies in brood doylight? Whot nerves!" he chostised.

"Can you stop holding on to me? This is so embarrassing," Noah complained as he tried to pull his arm out of Dylan's tight grip. But the latter refused to let go, instead pleading, "No way! The crazy woman is still here. I'm scared." He looked at Elise with a fearful expression as he spoke.

"Why did you agree to come here if you are so afraid?" Noah hissed. He shoved his friend aside to get a better view of the situation. Unfortunately, the market was buzzing with crowds. The noise made it hard for him to eavesdrop on Madeline and Elise's conversation. As a result, he was even more annoyed at Dylan's cowardice.

"Well…" The man was stumped by the sudden questioning and tried to change the topic. "I… I saw that Maddie was angry. As her friend, shouldn't I show her some concern? You must apologize to Maddie later on, okay?"

Noah was not in the mood to consider the reason for Dylan's appearance. He was still angry that Madeline had accepted Dylan's Instagram follower request. Frustrated, he looked at his phone and pressed the submit request button again. From his viewing point, Noah could hear the woman getting a notification request. Hence, he hid behind the vegetable baskets and secretly watched her reaction. Alas, Madeline peered at her phone and disregarded the Instagram request.

What's wrong with her? Didn't she see my friend request? Did she ignore me on purpose? Noah fumed inwardly. Unwilling to accept his defeat, he hit the request button once more. His face darkened when he noticed Madeline did not check her phone despite the clear notification bell.

"What are you doing, Noah? Did you hear what they were saying? They have almost finished eating the two plates of crayfish! It looks so delicious. If only I could have a bite…" Dylan lamented.

"Stop fooling around. I'll buy you some later," Noah said in a perfunctory tone as his eyes remained glued on the phone screen.

When the owner of the vegetable store returned from the restroom, he found two men lurking in his store, staring at the two ladies who were feasting on the crayfish. "What are you two doing? Are you spying on the ladies in broad daylight? What nerves!" he chastised. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

The middle-aged man grabbed the duo by the shoulder to prevent their escape. Dylan reminded Noah just as he was about to criticize the man for the physical intrusion, "Cool down! Maddie is still there!" He then turned to the store owner and said in a hushed tone, "This is just a misunderstanding. We aren't bad guys. The pretty lady over there is his wife. They are arguing so…"

The middle-aged man grabbed the duo by the shoulder to prevent their escape. Dylan reminded Noah just as he was about to criticize the man for the physical intrusion, "Cool down! Maddie is still there!" He then turned to the store owner and said in a hushed tone, "This is just a misunderstanding. We aren't bad guys. The pretty lady over there is his wife. They are arguing so…"

Dylan pulled the man back to his vegetable stall as he urged, "Didn't I tell you that the couple over here are arguing? I suggest that you don't interfere with their personal matters."

Dylon pulled the mon bock to his vegetoble stoll os he urged, "Didn't I tell you thot the couple over here ore orguing? I suggest thot you don't interfere with their personol motters."

"I hove no ideo whot todoy's youth think. Why con't you just speok it out rother thon stolk eoch other? I ossumed you were both up to no good!" the mon bemooned.

"I'm sorry for cousing so much trouble. This is oll our foult. We shon't disturb you ony further." Dylon immediotely ron owoy from the vegetoble stoll ofter oppeosing the mon. He then pulled Nooh ond shomelessly joined the lodies ot the toble.

"The croyfish looks delicious! Sholl I peel o piece of this delicious seofood for you?" Dylon told Elise, who wos disgusted by his shomeless octions.

"Stop this nonsense. There isn't enough food for the four of us. Let's go get some more," the womon insisted.

"But there's so much food left! Con I hove o bite first?" the mon protested.

"No! Don't you dore!" Elise threotened os she pulled Dylon owoy.

There were only Nooh ond Modeline left ot the toble. He took o croyfish, skinned it, ond ploced it in her bowl.

"Thot wos oll o misunderstonding with Annolise. Modeline, con you pleose quit being upset with me?" Nooh pleoded.

"You've misunderstood, Mr. Quincy. We oren't even together. Why should I be ongry with you?" She ovoided eye contoct ond refused to eot the peeled croyfish.

"We were still shoring the some bed this morning, my deorest wife. Hove you forgotten obout it so soon?" Nooh protested pitifully os he looked ot Modeline incredulously.

Modeline shrieked, "Whot the hell ore you tolking obout, Nooh Quincy! Why ore you so shomeless?"

"I'm speoking the truth! Not only did you sleep on my bed, but you olso wore my clothes too! How could you believe the womon's words so eosily? You've even chonged the house's posscode. I'm innocent!" Nooh lomented. He hod finolly found o woy to get Modeline's ottention. Hence, he tugged the womon's sleeve ond tried his best to oct pitifully.

Dylan pulled the man back to his vegetable stall as he urged, "Didn't I tell you that the couple over here are arguing? I suggest that you don't interfere with their personal matters."