Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 159

Aggresive Wife Chapter 159

Back at Maple Forest Villa, Madeline Grant was having a rare good night’s sleep. She felt a warm embrace surrounding her the entire night, much like a glowing bonfire in the middle of winter. She had slept soundlessly without a single nightmare all the way until dawn. As she finally stirred and rubbed her eyes sleepily, she realized that she was indeed hugging a real-life heater in the form of Noah Quincy. She found her hand cradling his chin and her leg shamelessly curled around his waist.

She was immediately awake in an instant! What was going on?! She retracted her arm from his chin, contemplating her escape options, but Noah grabbed hold of her hand before she could do anything else.

“Did you sleep well last night, wifey?” Noah smirked cheekily as he held onto her hand tightly.

“Noah Quincy! How did you end up on my bed?!” Madeline was enraged. She had allowed him to stay over last night out of the kindness of her heart, but he took advantage of that and wormed his way into her bed in the middle of the night. Last night, she made the decision to return home from the hospital after Suzette was apprehended, as she was worried about little Colton who was still waiting at home. Both her doctors, Andy and Dylan, had cleared her to return home, but Noah was overly concerned and insisted on following her back home. Madeline knew she would not win an argument against Noah, so she quickly agreed to it. After all, she did feel bad leaving him on a sofa in the hospital with his own head wound to deal with. However, she definitely did not agree to share a bed with this douchebag!

“Wifey, take a good look. You’re on MY bed,” Noah said as he turned over to lie on his side like a mermaid, with one hand supporting his head. The covers slipped to waist level, revealing his sculpted upper body in all its glory. His muscles were firm and taut in all the right places, and he was a sight to behold even with some parts of his body covered in bandages from his injury. It was then when Madeline realized Noah was trying to seduce her with his topless body, and she was falling right into his trap!

“It’s alright, honey. If you ever find yourself having a hard time falling asleep, just know that my bed is always here, together with me of course. You can always hug me to sleep,” Noah winked at Madeline who was in a daze. It was only when Noah waved a hand at her that she snapped back to reality.

“No one wants to hug you to sleep! Keep on dreaming, Noah!” Madeline retorted as she blushed profusely. As she gradually came back to her senses, she was embarrassed to realize that she was indeed in Noah’s bedroom, not hers. Also, she was the one who had made the rooming arrangements. She was supposed to be on the second floor, while Noah stayed on the third. How did she end up here?!

She recalled warning Noah not to even think about coming near her room, but had she been the one to sneak in his room in the middle of the night and fall asleep in his bed? She felt a little dishonorable, if she was being honest with herself.

“That’s not right, honey! We need to have dreams so that they can potentially come true, just like last night,” he said bright-eyed, hopeful that something could still blossom between them.

“Oh, don’t worry yourself, Noah. Your dream will never come true, so I recommend you start coming up with new dreams instead,” Madeline huffed, staring Noah down. “Since you’re up, remember to put on something warmer, don’t catch a cold,” she tried to sound as nonchalant as possible as she handed Noah a sweater before finding an excuse to leave his room.

Madeline felt her cheeks burning as she took the stairs down. She still could not figure out how she ended up at Noah’s room last night. She jogged back to her own room and switched on her laptop, accessing the surveillance footage of the house. She rapidly scrolled through the footage backward, hoping to find the moment in question. As she was just about to put on her detective hat, Thomas trudged in her bedroom cheerfully, clutching his own kid laptop.

“Mommy, did you and Daddy make up? Can I get a little sister now?” he pleaded hopefully.

“… Why do you say so, honey?” Madeline had a bad feeling about this.

“I was looking through the camera footage just now trying to find Baymax, but then I saw you going into Daddy’s room in the middle of the night,” Thomas explained animatedly. “If you have another baby, I want a baby sister, deal?”