Aggressive Wife

Chapter 442

Chapter 442 Why Did You Save Me?

"The Quinton Corporation's secrets are stashed away in your drawer. I've been wrongly charged with betraying the Quinton Corporation, even though I had nothing to do with it. I might have lost my life if I had."

Madeline gave a coquettish grunt while pouting her lips.

"Are you trying to bring up the past? What's mine is now yours. You are free to take what you want. I'll rip anyone's tongue out if they dare to speak nonsense."

Noah's initially amusing expression changed to one of seriousness.

Madeline frequently made jokes about their misunderstanding from five years prior, but Noah always felt guilty and heartbroken whenever it was brought up.

"Alright, let's make pancakes. The kids are waiting."

Madeline had found the answer she was looking for. She stopped verbally teasing Noah, and her expression returned to its previous icy state.

Despite being a little disappointed, Noah was ecstatic about having managed to have such a peaceful conversation with Madeline.

Madeline's cooking abilities, sadly, were not particularly impressive. Even though he had been guiding her remotely for more than an hour, the pancakes she made were still burned and salty. Madeline became irritable as a result of losing her patience.

Meanwhile, Noah was still enthusiastic, he said, "It's alright. Simply be more mindful of the temperature next time. You'll be able to do it successfully."

"Noah, are you doing this on purpose?" Madeline jerked her head up and glared at Noah on the screen.

Noah looked confused. He asked, "What?"

"Are you purposefully not instructing me correctly? Otherwise, how could I be incapable of doing something so simple?" Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Madeline struggled to accept her incompetence. She was always able to pick up new knowledge faster than others, but she was unable to make a basic pancake. It was illogical in every way.

"You have zero faith in me."

Noah gave a bitter smile, his sharp eyes, which usually saw right through everything, were filled with grievance.

"All right, I'll stop learning it now. You can take a plane back and cook for them yourself."

Madeline set the pan aside. She made the decision to just give up.

"If you do that, the kids will be disappointed."

This was not how Noah wanted to end the call. He made every effort to convince her.

His convincing, though, only served to aggravate Madeline. She blurted out, "They would be more disappointed if you didn't come back. Did I ever say anything to you?"

The other end of the phone was silent. Noah remained motionless on the screen. Madeline would have assumed the screen had frozen due to a slow internet connection if the light was not flickered in his eyes.

She finally felt a little embarrassed after being stared at by him for some time.

"I'm hanging up now."

After saying that, she was about to press the button to end the call.

Before she could do that, Noah quickly asked, "Wify, are you ignoring me because I didn't go back with you?"

Madeline unceremoniously rolled her eyes at him and rebuked, "Noah, you're overthinking it."

"In fact, if you even said a word asking me to accompany you back, even if it meant risking my life, I would do so. I assumed you didn't want to see me at all because you didn't express it."

The two looked at each other across the screen, complicated emotions flowing between their hearts through the airwaves.

After a while, Madeline came back to her senses and said, "So, it's my fault?"

"No, everything is my fault. I should trust that you care about me. How could you dislike a man as handsome and devoted as I am?" Noah teased with a soft laugh.

Madeline was unable to argue further with him after noticing his beaming eyes and cheerful grin. She thought that she was probably beyond saving, the honey trap laid by this man was actually lethal.

"Wife, are you thinking about it?"

Noah looked at Madeline, who was staring at him in a trance. His initial joyful expression gradually became ambiguous. His burning gaze unabashedly scanned her. He wished he could make some physical contact with her through his gaze.

Think of it and think of me. Even though the phrases differed by a single word, the meaning behind them was completely different.

Madeline's cheeks started to flush a little. She scowled at him and berated him, "Yes, I'm thinking about that. I need to take advantage of the fact that it's still early to go outside to relieve my needs."

Madeline stood up as she spoke.

Noah’s complexion immediately darkened, and he asked, "Where are you going to do that?"

"Where else could I go? Bars, clubs, or karaoke. I'm sure I can find someone appealing."

"Wify, are you going to ignore the easily accessible option and pursue those less desirable options?"

Insecurely, Noah fixed his gaze on her. He appeared as though he would fly over right away to stop Madeline if she left the house.

Madeline was aware that Noah was merely putting on a show. He had stayed in Uranica for a long time. He had to handle both the situation involving that mother and daughter and business-related issues. He could not come back for her.

"Where's the readily available option? You know I can't hold back on stuff like this. Mr. Quincy and I are not the same, you can keep a mistress and can have her whenever you want."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Madeline regretted saying them. It was not her style to say something bitterly. She bit her lower lip in irritation as she gave Noah a glare from the inner corner of her eye.

Noah took in her flirtatious appearance. His body felt hotter, and he could feel his blood boiling even hotter.

What kind of sin have I committed by not being able to touch my own wife?

"I know you miss me. I'll return shortly."

"Alright then, I'll see you when you come back."

Madeline deliberately gave him a flirtatious glance before ending the video call.

Deep down, she thought she would not care about anything related to Noah, but she kept thinking about how Noah did not provide her with an explanation about that woman living in his house. She was upset about it.

The pancakes were a failed attempt in the end. Madeline ordered bunches of delicious food for the children and had dinner with them before she departed for the Quincy residence.

Noah kept contacting her while on the road. When she did not reply, he started to call her. He was going to call her non-stop until she answered.

Madeline was afraid that if Noah kept doing this, her phone would run out of battery. She eventually picked up the phone and was about to answer it when a figure suddenly dashed out in front of her vehicle.

That person was narrowly missed as she quickly turned the steering wheel.

"Are you okay?"

Madeline exited the car. She approached him and checked on him.

This man was in his thirties. His back was turned toward Madeline as he curled up on the ground. He seemed to be in a lot of pain.

However, Madeline did not hit him just now. She had, at most, frightened him enough to make him trip and fall to the ground. Could this be a case where someone pretends to be injured to scam her?

Madeline did not have the time to deal with this kind of situation. She called Albert to come over.

"Maddie…"

Madeline suddenly picked up a familiar voice in her ears. As Madeline watched the man on the ground lift his head and reveal a disheveled face, she could not believe what she was seeing.

"Joseph?"

"Quick, come with me."

After stumbling to his feet, Joseph made an attempt to move toward a nearby alley.

Madeline deduced that Joseph must have been hunted down based on his condition. After some hesitation, she helped him into her car.

Joseph leaned against the passenger seat and panted heavily to catch his breath. He smiled and asked, "Why did you save me?"