Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 153

Aggresive Wife Chapter 153

The next time Madeline opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a hospital bed. The strong antiseptic scent invaded her senses as she tried to recall how she ended up here. As she struggled to prop herself up, she found her arm attached to a scary looking IV drip. What happened to me…? she wondered. She recalled passing out right before dinner, but she could not remember anything beyond that point. Her thoughts were scrambled and her mind a mess, giving her a mild migraine. At this moment, a familiar little head popped up beside her bed. Before she knew it, Thomas had climbed onto her bed and perched over her, his big round eyes filled with joy and relief.

“Mommy, you’re up! Are you okay?” he asked anxiously. “Daddy went to get you something to eat. If you’re hungry, I have some chocolate milk for you.” Thomas quickly got himself off the bed and ran to his backpack, producing a little carton of warmed chocolate milk for his mother.

“Don’t worry, Thomas. Mommy’s alright,” Madeline reached an arm out to ruffle her son’s hair.

“But, Mommy… you fainted, and there was so much blood!” Thomas hugged his mother tightly, as if trying to forget the dreadful memory of his mother fainting.

“Mommy was just over-exhausted from the hike in the morning. I’ll be okay once I get enough rest,” she smiled, patting her son on the back.

“Really, Mommy?” Thomas asked again, not fully convinced.

“Of course, darling. When has Mommy ever lied to you?” Madeline reassured her son.

“Pfft, adults lie to kids all the time!” Thomas retorted.

“Uhh… Thomas, Mommy’s the patient here now…” Madeline wondered when the roles had reversed.

“Fine, fine. Until you get better, I’ll be staying here with you!” Thomas was insistent, but his tone was sweet and gentle. She gently stroked his back and even took a sip of his chocolate milk, just to show him she was alright. Thomas fussed over her incessantly, propping up her pillow for her and hanging on to her arm.

Just then, the door to her ward opened and Noah walked in, his eyes lighting up as he saw Madeline conscious and awake. It only took him a few purposeful strides to reach her bedside, where he then extended his hand to touch her forehead.

“You must be hungry, have some of this congee. I’ll get Andy and Dylan to come over,” Noah’s voice was filled with relief once he found out that Madeline’s fever had subsided.

Noah opened the thermos flask for her, revealing piping hot congee filled with her favorite side dishes – an omelet and preserved vegetables. Madeline noticed his hands trembling visibly as he passed her the flask. Was it cold outside? She wondered. Or was he worried about her? Before her thoughts could spiral any further, she extended her hand to grab hold of Noah’s big, shivering one.

“Noah, did something happen?” Madeline’s eyes were curious and intense.

Noah stiffened for a second, but quickly relaxed a moment later. “I’ve never made congee in my life, so give it a try,” he said as he helped her detach the thermos. A strong burnt smell permeated the room as he opened up the second layer of the flask.