Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

“Noah, is it true that you transferred ownership of all the properties you own to my name?”

Madeline was taken aback.

She had assumed Wayne’s words were only to fend Bruno away.

“It’s true. I never lie to my wife.” Noah reached out to gently stroke her face and took her hand. He then reached into the box to pull out a random folder.

What was inside was a title deed with her name on it.

There was even a column stating the property was individually owned.

The registration dated as far back as five years ago…

“This estate is located at the edge of Berkeley and is only a short distance away from your friend, Elise. You can consider moving here if you want to spend more time with her… This one is a manor in Berkeley. I’ve had men plant your favorite sunflowers there. You should visit it when you have time. It’s close by…”

He walked her through every preparation he had made throughout the years as if it were a magic show.

It was as if she had never left.

Noah, who was happily introducing her to one property after another that “she might like”, was like a king overlooking the world and declaring how he had laid down everything for her, from the mountains to the rivers.

Why is he so oddly attractive right now?!

“Have you been well these past five years, Noah?”

She wanted to ask so badly.

All she knew was her own suffering and how she fought with all her might to climb out of hell to see the light of day again.

Yet, she never seemed to ask.

What had he been doing in the five years I’ve been gone? How had he fared?

“I was well, but now that you, my wife, have returned, never better.”

“Aren’t you afraid I might take off with your wealth? I haven’t agreed to be with you! And now you’re telling me I inherited your properties? I’m now a rich woman who might just fall in love with someone else.

“You can be the happiest and richest woman alive if I can’t gain your forgiveness.”

His words made her pause for a moment before she spoke.

“Noah.”

“Hm?”

“You’re so good at acting! I almost believed you!”

Madeline flashed a smile at him.

“Since you’re being so generous, I can’t not accept it! Wayne, bring these to my room upstairs. I need to get a safe and lock it up, lest someone goes back on their word!”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Wayne had been on standby and shot to attention at her command.

Before he could even follow through with the order, Noah picked the storage box up himself.

“Remember this well, Madeline. I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done for you!” Noah declared, then carried the box upstairs.

Madeline froze in place for a split second before she regained her senses. She tugged Wayne close to ask softly.

“Wayne, has your boss been well lately?”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Quincy. He’s very much well.” Perhaps Madeline felt touched and was beginning to concern herself with Noah’s wellbeing.

Before he even had time to rejoice, her next words shocked him.

“That’s good. I’ll check for myself. Who knows whether or not he’s playing a trick on me,” she mumbled, picked up her mug of warmed chocolate milk from the table, and prepared to go upstairs.