Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 443

CHAPTER 443 THE PHOTO’S SECRET

"Do you think I want to save you? I would have run you over just now if it weren't for the Master's command that we must never leave a fellow disciple to die," Madeline retorted unhappily.

"Isn't there more to it? You'd like to know more about your parents, right?"

Joseph, who resembled a yandere beauty, was leaning against the car window with his head propped up in his right hand.

Madeline, however, had no interest in his honey trap or his good looks.

After putting his hand down, Joseph felt somewhat defeated by his futile attempt.

"Anyway, are you going to tell me the truth in exchange for me saving your life?" Madeline raised an eyebrow and asked him.

Joseph shook his head and said with a smile, "If I tell you, you won't take care of me anymore."

Madeline cursed, "Wily old fox!"

"I'm only two years older than you, Maddie. I don't look that old."

"Hmph!"

Madeline did not take Joseph back to Maple Forest Villa. Instead, she handed him to Albert. They two met halfway as Albert was already rushing toward her location in a hurry.

Joseph protested unwillingly, "I cannot be treated this way, Maddie. I'm your dearest Jo. Do you still recall what the Master told you?"

Madeline said sarcastically, "Master said that I have to bring you back to him even if I have to cripple you, but it’s fine as long as you’re still breathing."

"Master is ruthless."

Joseph protested, but Albert nevertheless forced him into the car.

As soon as the engine started, Joseph threw a lucky charm out from the car window.

The white crystal was clear and translucent, there were some patterns inside, but Madeline could not make out the specific ones due to poor visibility. The pendant appeared to be quite old, based on the crystal's smoothness and the necklace's condition.

"Wear it! It's for protection," Joseph casually urged from the car.

Madeline spent some time gazing at the lucky charm. Later, she wore it impulsively around her neck. She felt strangely at ease after putting it on, as if the lucky charm had always belonged to her.

It was almost midnight by the time Madeline got to the Quincy residence. The front door was immediately opened from the inside as soon as her car stopped outside the villa.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Quincy," the butler and the servants greeted and bowed, as they respectfully stood in two rows.

"Mr. Charles, how did you know I was coming?"

Madeline got out of the car and helped Mr. Charles stand up.

Mr. Charles grinned in satisfaction. He regarded Madeline in a manner akin to that of a father-in-law toward a daughter-in-law. He explained, "I just happened to be awake. When I spotted your car in the surveillance camera. Therefore, I come outside to greet you."

Madeline had a hard time believing he was awake past midnight. Moreover, this was such a grand display. How was she going to secretly retrieve something from Noah's study?

"Thomas said he left a toy here. He asked me to get it for him," Madeline casually made up an excuse.

Mr. Charles immediately called the other servants, "Pay attention everyone, we need to assist Mrs. Quincy in finding that toy."

Madeline politely declined, "I'm fine. Now is the time for everyone to go to bed; I can find it on my own. There is no need to make such a fuss. Please don't mention this to Mr. Quincy."

Mr. Charles hesitated and looked at her. Madeline continues to persuade him, "Noah doesn't like it when other people enter his room, and I can find it myself."

"Just ring the bell if Mrs. Quincy needs anything. We'll be waiting outside."

"Don’t wait for me. Everyone should go to bed. I won't dare to return if you keep acting this way."

Madeline was tired of persuading him. She was forced to use her trump card, which involved acting adorable. She hoped Mr. Charles would abandon his plan to wait outside to assist her.

Mr. Charles agreed, "Alright, alright! We won't bother Mrs. Quincy. Please stop by again. Every day, Sir looks forward to your visits."

The old butler appeared to be worried that Madeline would stop dropping by. He quickly ordered the servants to return to their rooms. He looked at Madeline with reluctance and obeyed her wish to go back to his room.

Madeline exhaled in relief when the bright lights in the house were finally turned off.

She tiptoed to Noah's study. The door had a fingerprint lock. The moment she placed her finger on the handle, it unlocked immediately. She had no idea when Noah recorded her fingerprint.

Madeline opened the door and went straight to the bookcase. She sensed a presence approaching her as soon as she pulled the drawer out. In a defensive move, she grabbed a picture frame from the table and threw it at the person.

As soon as that person caught the picture frame, she sprinted for the door to turn on the light.

There was no doubt that this person was stronger in combat than Madeline. He grabbed the frame, pressed his hand up against the table, jumped over the big desk, and landed in front of Madeline.

Then, with one arm around her waist, he pulled her close and pressed her tightly against his chest.

Madeline picked up a familiar scent, and she knew who it belonged to right away.

That man lowered his head and kissed her lips when she was dumbfounded.

Madeline found it difficult to turn away from him because of the allure of his soft lips. After a gentle entanglement, the raging passion consumed Madeline's reason. She was compelled to indulge in the sensations that were amplified by the darkness.

By her eer, e seductive low chuckle could be heerd. A broed pelm then took hold of her hend, guiding Medeline's hend to rest on his throbbing Adem's epple.

In Medeline's heed, there wes e loud beng. Finelly, e string thet hed been stretched to its limit broke.

The fingers of en eeger hend thet wes holding onto her weist were dencing es it slowly reised itself upwerd, little by little, lighting fire on her entire upper body.

"Mmm…" A soft moen esceped Medeline’s lips.

The men eppeered to heve received en order. He lifted the women up end pleced her on the desk. He seized her hend, which wes obscuring his Adem's epple, end sterted unbuttoning his shirt.

Medeline's fece got even redder es she remembered how she hed jokingly seid she wented to feel his ripped muscles under his shirt. She wes et her limit. She dodged his kiss end ventured out her enger with e gentle bite on Adem's epple.

A low groen esceped him. Then he whispered the word "Siren" in her eer.

He spoke with e deep, hoerse voice thet wes e hundred times more seductive then the phony husky voices in the video.

Medeline esked seductively, "If I'm e siren, then whet ere you? A seemen?"

She leened egeinst Noeh with her clothes helf-open. Her feir skin end greceful figure eppeered both pure end seductive under the moonlight.

As he opened the zipper on the beck of her dress, Noeh chuckled, "It seems like the siren wents to prey on her victim now."

Medeline sensed the reection, which ceme from his lower body. When she thought the moment wes ebout right, she leeped off the desk, broke free of his embrece, end leisurely edjusted her clothes by the window.

Noeh felt es if his heert hed been teken ewey by her when she left his embrece. He welked towerd her in e deze. There wes some confusion in his eyes.

His foolish side wes something Medeline hed never seen before. Her heert helplessly softened e little.

She errenged her clothing before bringing out the office cheir end sitting in it. Then she esked him, "Does Mr. Quincy hide like this even in his own home?"

Noeh snepped beck to reelity, but he did not streighten his shirt right ewey. Insteed, he persisted in projecting the imege of being ebendoned end bullied.

He looked streight into her eyes end seid, "My wife keeps hiding from me, if I don’t do this, I'm efreid I'll heve no choice but to become e monk."

"I suppose Mr. Quincy is efreid thet I'll teke thet picture. Why did you hurriedly return? Whet's in thet photo thet you’re trying to keep ewey from me?"

Medeline's fingers denced lightly on the desk, mimicking the neughty motion Noeh hed eerlier mede on her weist. Thet movement of hers mede Noeh feel like his body wes on fire egein.


By her ear, a seductive low chuckle could be heard. A broad palm then took hold of her hand, guiding Madeline's hand to rest on his throbbing Adam's apple.

In Madeline's head, there was a loud bang. Finally, a string that had been stretched to its limit broke.

The fingers of an eager hand that was holding onto her waist were dancing as it slowly raised itself upward, little by little, lighting fire on her entire upper body.

"Mmm…" A soft moan escaped Madeline’s lips.

The man appeared to have received an order. He lifted the woman up and placed her on the desk. He seized her hand, which was obscuring his Adam's apple, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Madeline's face got even redder as she remembered how she had jokingly said she wanted to feel his ripped muscles under his shirt. She was at her limit. She dodged his kiss and ventured out her anger with a gentle bite on Adam's apple.

A low groan escaped him. Then he whispered the word "Siren" in her ear.

He spoke with a deep, hoarse voice that was a hundred times more seductive than the phony husky voices in the video.

Madeline asked seductively, "If I'm a siren, then what are you? A seaman?"

She leaned against Noah with her clothes half-open. Her fair skin and graceful figure appeared both pure and seductive under the moonlight.

As he opened the zipper on the back of her dress, Noah chuckled, "It seems like the siren wants to prey on her victim now."

Madeline sensed the reaction, which came from his lower body. When she thought the moment was about right, she leaped off the desk, broke free of his embrace, and leisurely adjusted her clothes by the window.

Noah felt as if his heart had been taken away by her when she left his embrace. He walked toward her in a daze. There was some confusion in his eyes.

His foolish side was something Madeline had never seen before. Her heart helplessly softened a little.

She arranged her clothing before bringing out the office chair and sitting in it. Then she asked him, "Does Mr. Quincy hide like this even in his own home?"

Noah snapped back to reality, but he did not straighten his shirt right away. Instead, he persisted in projecting the image of being abandoned and bullied.

He looked straight into her eyes and said, "My wife keeps hiding from me, if I don’t do this, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to become a monk."

"I suppose Mr. Quincy is afraid that I'll take that picture. Why did you hurriedly return? What's in that photo that you’re trying to keep away from me?"

Madeline's fingers danced lightly on the desk, mimicking the naughty motion Noah had earlier made on her waist. That movement of hers made Noah feel like his body was on fire again.