Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 122

Aggresive Wife Chapter 122

Noah gently stroked his son’s head, cradling the boy in his arms with tender affection.

Thomas felt his heart quicken when he heard what his father said. “Is that true? Are you really happy, Daddy?” He turned to look at Noah enquiringly, feeling slightly exhilarated.

“Of course,” Noah answered calmly. After all, it was only right that a family should be together.

Noah’s answer set the wheels in Thomas’s brain spinning, and he swiftly began considering the possibilities of the situation.

From the looks of it, Daddy really liked Mommy still. However, if he really and truly liked her, then why had he behaved like such a scumbag? Was this what people meant when they said that after sowing one’s wild oats, home was invariably the sweetest haven of all?

Thomas did not know what to do. Lately, he had begun to feel that Daddy was becoming a much better person. Nonetheless, Noah had still been a massive scumbag in the past! Did he truly want to help Daddy get together with Mommy so they could start afresh? He felt extremely conflicted.

Noah looked down thoughtfully at the little boy in his arms. Something flickered in his eyes for a moment, then he retrieved his own phone and pulled up his Instagram account. “Colt, why don’t you add me to your friend list?”

“Huh? Daddy, you never use Instagram, right?” Thomas blinked as he saw Noah’s Instagram account, considerably startled.

His own Instagram handle was “Thomas The Handsomest Dude.” If he added Noah to his friend list, his deception would be exposed in no time.

“I’ve started using it now. Why, Colt, don’t you want to be friends with Daddy?” Noah could see that the little rascal was in a dilemma and deliberately added fuel to the fire by asking the question in a slightly hurt tone.

The man might be a tyrannical CEO, but it was impossible to resist him when he put on his sad puppy act!

“N-no, no, that’s not it, Daddy…here, I’ll add you…” Thomas resigned himself to his fate, pulled out his phone, and added Noah to his Instagram friend list.

“Thomas? Is this your new nickname?”

“Umm…yes, that’s right! Do you like it, Daddy?” His scumbag daddy was pretty smart! In fact, Noah had saved him the trouble of finding an adequate explanation. That was one less worry!

“I do. It sounds nice and it’s cute,” Noah replied with unconcealed approval. His own Instagram handle was “Noah Quincy”, which was both straightforward and unpretentious.

After adding Noah, Thomas excused himself to wash his hands in the bathroom and hurriedly pulled up his private message conversation with Madeline. With some pride, he typed, “Mommy dearest, Daddy says my name is cute!”

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After returning from the warehouse in the mountains with the 100 thousand dollars he had extorted from Angie, Asher went to a nightclub. The exorbitant amount of money instantly attracted five of the hostesses, who happily entertained him the entire night in the club and at the hotel room he had booked there.

Previously, when he was still on the philanthropic committee, Asher had some form of income, at least. Now that he was unemployed, however, he had outgoing expenses but no money coming in, so even if he went out, he could not even afford to pay for a drink for one of the hostesses.

Today, though, he had managed to find a way around that, even if it was illegal. He felt he deserved to enjoy himself for once.

The hostesses entertained him until 8 o’clock the next morning. As a result, he did not see the message that Tony sent him until he awoke later in the messy hotel room.

By now, the video of him pissing on Angie was all over social media.

He clicked on the video first and laughed with glee as he saw himself humiliating Angie so thoroughly. Tony wasn’t bad with a camera at all; he had chosen an angle that made Asher look great.

Amid his glee, he noticed that Tony had left him a voice message. Initially, he thought that Tony was congratulating him and was in an excellent mood when he started listening to it. However, by the time he finished the message, he was shocked into being fully sober.

“Crap! That d*mned Tony, he’s gotten me into deep sh*t now!” Asher snarled as he almost fell out of bed in his hurry to get up. Snatching his clothes from the floor, he pulled them on as fast as he could and fled out the door, not even bothering to put on his shoes.