Aggressive Wife

Chapter 68

Thomas trotted into the living room on the first floor of the Maple Forest Villa, accompanied by Wayne.

When he awoke and discovered that his Mommy was absent, he could not help feeling rather dispirited.

However, when he overheard Wayne saying that he was going to pick Noah up from Ms. Madeline's home, he immediately perked up. He did not even bother freshening up first before hopping into the car along with Wayne and coming here.

"I'm so sorry for showing up like this, but young Colton has been making a fuss about seeing his daddy, so I brought him along…" Wayne apologized. Noah's clothes in hand, he glanced with some embarrassment at the little boy who had seated himself at the breakfast table without a second thought and was now happily tucking into the food. He felt incredibly stressed out.

Ever since Colton had gotten lost, his whole personality had undergone a change, and his social skills had improved immensely. The boy had only been here for a few minutes, and he was already treating the place like his own home.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Ms. Madeline really loves children. She'll be very happy to know Colton is here," Albert said blithely as he prepared Thomas's favorite breakfast. He was spouting nonsense with a straight face, and he knew it.

Normally, he came over every morning to help Madeline prepare breakfast. However, it wasn't until he ran into Wayne and Thomas that he realized Noah had stayed the night at the villa. He was burning with curiosity, but Madeline was not up yet, and it would have been far too rude to disturb her rest.

"Mr. Hudson, I'm sure you haven't had breakfast yet. Why not join us?"

"I…" Wayne looked very awkward. It was true that he was genuinely very hungry. When Noah disappeared suddenly yesterday, he had pulled together a search party, and they had hunted for Noah the entire night. Right now, he was starving!

"Uncle Wayne, come and try Uncle Albert's pancakes. They're really good!"

"Well…alright then, I'll have some, if you don't mind, Mr. Wright." Wayne's face was beet red as he reluctantly made his way to the breakfast table.

The first person to come downstairs was Noah.

Since he did not have a change of clothes, he was still in yesterday's half-damp trousers and thin shirt. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing a good deal of his muscular chest. This gave him an almost aristocratic air of decadent allure.

"Daddy!" When Thomas saw Noah coming down the stairs, he immediately hopped down from his chair and ran over as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"Colt? How did you get here?" Noah was considerably startled by his son's sudden appearance. However, he still bent down and picked the little boy up.

"Uncle Wayne said you were here. I wanted to see you, so I came along. Why are you here, Daddy?"

"Daddy was sick yesterday, so I came to consult your Auntie Madeline."

Thomas thought this was a reasonable explanation; after all, his Mommy was good at helping people get well. However, he wasn't sure what sort of illness would necessitate drawing a large turtle on Noah's chest!

"I've prepared a change of clothes for you, sir." When Wayne saw the turtle drawn in lipstick on Noah's chest, he almost spat out the mouthful of oatmeal he was on the verge of swallowing. It took him a

considerable effort to regain his composure before he was able to stand up and pass Noah his clothes.

Noah went off to change as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. When he came back, he had enough of an appetite that Albert made him a large stack of pancakes for breakfast.

When Wayne saw his aristocratic, aloof boss sitting together with everyone at the table and happily eating pancakes, he thought he must be dreaming.

Was there anyone who could possibly enlighten him on what had happened last night? He half- suspected that a doppelganger had taken Noah's place!

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Right at this moment, Madeline made her way downstairs and came to an abrupt halt when she saw the cozy family-like scene in the dining room. For a moment, words failed her.

"Noah Quincy! Why are you still here?"

Ten minutes later, Noah and Wayne found themselves unceremoniously ushered out of the house. Thomas stood at the massive French windows and watched as Madeline ordered them out, waving to them both in a spurious show of sympathy.

"Sir, is it really alright to leave Colton here?" Wayne could not help worrying. This Madeline Grant was a woman with far too many secrets; they still had not been able to fully investigate her background yet.

"It's fine." As far as Noah was concerned, right now, Colton needed to spend more time with his birth mother anyway. He strode out of the villa with a light heart; even though Madeline had chased him off, he was still in a good mood. Furthermore, if Colton remained here, he could pick him up that night.

That way, he could kill two birds with one stone!

…

Suzette had visited the Quincy residence first thing in the morning, asking about Angie.

Mr. Charles knew that the Grants were on the Quincy blacklist, and refused to allow her into the house. However, Suzette insisted that Angie had attended the function last night but had not come home; that was why she was here looking for her daughter.

Mr. Charles was not as gullible as that and was about to have her escorted out.

Right at this point, however, Angie emerged from the back of the house. Her body was covered with faint red marks, and she insisted that she had been with Noah the entire night.

Mr. Charles felt that this was going a bit too far. He did not want these women to defame his young master though, so he reluctantly allowed them inside before hurriedly calling Noah on the phone.

Suzette and Angie were ushered into the living room, and all the servants gave them a wide berth.

This did not bother Suzette in the least. After all, her daughter would soon be the new mistress of the Quincy household; those lowly servants wouldn't be able to look down their noses at them then!

"My dear, it seems you managed to get Noah into bed last night, from the looks of things?"

"I guess so. That was one strong drug; I only took a little of it, but everything's just a blur. Noah's got some stamina! We were at it all night…" Angie blurted out, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

All these five years, she hadn't even managed to hold Noah's hand. Normally, he was very resistant to any physical contact with her, and she had often wondered what his problem was. As it turned out, he was quite the beast in bed; her lower back was still aching!

"Excellent! Based on what I see of Noah's personality, he'll behave responsibly once you're pregnant. All you have to do is wait until you're the new mistress of the Quincy household!"

"But Mom, didn't we decide it would be best to wait until I got pregnant before we said anything to Noah? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

"Silly girl, I thought it over and figured something like this would have to come out sooner or later. Anyway, what if you don't get pregnant? It'll have been for nothing."

"Mom, I'm sure I'll be able to get pregnant. I told you, we were at it all night. My back's about to break…"

"Alright, alright. You're the future Mrs. Quincy, my dear. Where's Noah, though? Why isn't he out of bed yet? He should at least take you to get changed, given you're looking like that."

"I have no idea. When I woke up this morning, I was the only one there."

"What? He left you on your own?" Suzette was infuriated. Noah Quincy was really too much! After practically ripping Angie's clothes to shreds, didn't he even have the courtesy to bother about her?

Despite her anger, Suzette still felt that something was amiss.

"Angie, are you absolutely sure that the person you slept with last night was Noah Quincy?"

"Mom, what kind of question is that? Of course it was Noah! If it wasn't him, then who else could it be?" Besides, who else would be so good in bed and have the stamina to keep going at it all night?

"But you weren't in Noah's room when I arrived this morning. You came out from the back of the house. Where did the two of you go last night?" Suzette recalled Angie's appearance when she first arrived in the morning, which only increased her nagging feeling that something was off.

"Mom, we just went to the shed at the back of the house! I woke up in there!" Angie's cheeks blazed scarlet, and she looked down to hide her embarrassment.

"Angie darling, this is incredibly important. It's the crux of the whole plan. Are you absolutely sure it was Noah?"

"Of course I am, Mom! Don't you trust me? Just wait and see, you'll be Noah's mother-in-law soon!"