Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 100

Aggresive Wife Chapter 100

Madeline lamented in dismal as despair ate away her sanity.

“Cool your head, Ms. Grant. The person who can identify the killer might not be around anymore, but the killer is still out there.”

The realization then hit Madeline.

That was right. The killer was still alive.

Madeline could reveal the truth herself if no one was there to identify her.

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Noah left Maple Forest villa and headed to Quinton Corporation.

Only, he could not shake off the image of Madeline’s tear. Noah felt unrest the whole day.

He felt waves of uneasiness rushing over him, and the mere act of breathing was giving him a heartache.

It was hard for Noah to imagine the hurt and pain Madeline went through in their marriage.

Noah was lost in his thoughts that he did not realize that Dylan was right before his eyes.

“What’s on your mind, Noah? You can’t even see me. Am I invisible to you? Oh, that makes me so sad!”

“What are you doing here?” Interrupted in his thoughts, Noah was feeling worse than before.

“What am I doing here? I came to redress your wound. I told you to come to me, but you refused. I didn’t want to hear about inflammation in the middle of the night. I’m not getting any younger, so the midnight wake-ups will kill me…”

Dylan said while putting the medical kit on the nearby coffee table.

Noah wanted to refuse, but Dylan had a point. Hence, Noah approached a sofa and took a seat.

As though resigning to his fact, Noah let Dylan redress his wound.

“Noah, don’t make that face as if I’m taking advantage of you. You’re making me blush.” Dylan made a bashful look while holding a gauze against his face.

Noah was tempted to give one to Dylan.

“Get lost!”

“Gee, that’s quite a temper. You sound lively. I guess you’re on the mend.”

“You sure have a lot to say today, Dylan. Can you shut up?” Noah was not in a good mood to listen to the guy yak.

Seeing that Noah was grouchy, Dylan did not waste time on small talk and nimbly took care of his redressing.

Noah’s injury was deep and suffered a secondary impact too. Noah was only able to move around freely thanks to his willpower and fitness level.

Anybody else in the same position would be put on bed rest without the doctor’s orders.

Nevertheless, Noah might be in good shape, but his body could not take continuous blows. He should take time off to rest. Their laboratory had found success in a drug that could patch up an injury in three days.

Dylan came all the way to Noah, postponing dates because the former was worried about Noah.

Once the simple procedure was done, Dylan grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge without asking and tossed Noah one.

“I’m a patient, and yet you’re giving me a drink? Did you forget that you’re a doctor?”

“Oh, so you know you’re a patient, huh? You look so glum. I thought you’d rather not get better.”

Dylan’s mouthy remark earned him a can thrown in his direction.

Playing the victim, Dylan caught the can, held it against his chest, and tumbled and rolled on the floor. “I’m hurt, Noah. Ow…”

Veins were popping out of Noah’s head as Dylan had his moment as a drama queen.

In desperation, Noah stood up and hunched down to help Dylan up.

“Come on. I’ll buy you a drink.”