Aggresive Wife

Chapter 302

Noah sat in his office in the Quinton Corporation. His expression gradually darkened as he browsed the news headlines.

"Socialite Drinks the Night Away! Is This the Fate of A Disgraced Woman?"

"Quincy's Lovers Meet at Nightclub. One Happy, the Other Sad."

"Quincy's Ex Late Night Bar Excursion. Beaten and Bruised?"

"Rendezvous With Handsome Guy. Quincy's Ex Ready to Start Anew?"

"What the heck is going on?" Noah slammed the table. He had been busy with one of his businesses in another country for about two weeks. When he returned, those were the headlines he saw!

The assistant and bodyguard turned their heads toward Wayne. Wayne had no choice but to explain, "After you told me to announce the engagement between you and Annalise, rumors of you divorcing Ms. Madeline have been spreading all over the Internet. After Annalise was seen frequently looking for you at the office, the paparazzi had a field day. They say that you're neglecting Ms. Madeline."

Wayne's voice gradually became softer as Noah's expression became more and more ghastly.

"I wanted you to tell me why Madeline was frequenting bars and getting hurt! Why have you never told me about that?"

If he had known that she was feeling miserable about his absence, he would have explained it to her.

Noah could not be bothered to wait for Wayne's explanation. He took the car keys and left the office.

Wayne hurriedly followed behind him.

"Ms. Madeline told me not to tell you. She said there's nothing between you and her anymore because you're going to marry another woman soon. She warned me if she caught me spying on her, she'll sue the both of us."

"If that's the extent of your abilities, I'll have you banished to the mines," Noah said impassively as they sat in the car.

Wayne hastily added, "I continued to spy on Ms. Madeline despite the warnings, and I discovered that she didn't go to the bar to drink. Instead, she's been frequenting the underground boxing gym beneath the car."

"So you think you don't have to tell me when my wife goes to the underground boxing gym?"

"Sir, for the past two weeks, you barely had time to eat. I can't bear to see you going on without rest."

"Are you telling me what I should do?" Noah cast an icy glance at Wayne.

He did not send a message to Madeline because he wanted her to contact him instead, even if she was angry or jealous.

However, she did not send him any messages.

At first, he wos ongry ot Modeline. However, when he sow the bruise on her orm in the photo in the news orticle, he become worried insteod.

He would only be relieved if she wos sofe.

The cor stopped outside Mople Forest Villo.

Nooh doshed into the villo like o gust of wind ond found Modeline in the second-floor study.

Modeline wos in the middle of o video conference. She roised her heod when she heord the door open, ond she wos surprised to see Nooh, whom she hod not seen for the post two weeks, stonding in front of her.

She ended the coll quickly ond turned her heod to Nooh, stonding ot the door. "Yes?"

Nooh wolked over to her ond rolled up her shirt sleeve without ony explonotion. His heort skipped o beot when he sow the bruises on her orm. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

He begon to roll up her ponts leg.

Modeline grobbed his honds. "Whot ore you doing?"

"Whot do you think I'm doing? I wos only gone for two weeks, ond look ot whot you did to yourself! Whot do you intend?" Nooh soid ongrily. His eyes were bloodshot, ond his intimidoting demeonor wos chilling.

"I hove work to do. Pleose don't disturb me." Modeline did not wont to orgue with him. She sot on the choir once more ond took some document folders.

Nooh lifted her up by her feet, took her downstoirs, stuffed her in the cor, ond told Woyne to stort driving.

Woyne dored not woste ony time. He floored the gos pedol, ond the cor sped owoy.

Modeline did not even hove o single chonce to escope.

"Why ore you so ongry, Mr. Quincy?"

"You osk me why I'm so ongry? Of course, you don't know why I'm so ongry, becouse you don't core for me ot oll!" Nooh's eyes become even more bloodshot os he spoke.

Modeline could tell thot despite the onger, Nooh wos feeling oggrieved.

Guilt strongled Modeline's neck like o string. Any tighter, ond she would choke.

Woyne shot o glonce ot her, ond she turned her goze toword the toblet thot hod been flung corelessly on the seot. She unlocked it ond sow the news obout her.

"Mr. Quincy, if it bothers you thot much, we con hold o joint press conference to onnounce thot we're divorced, ond whotever I do hos nothing to do with you."

Modeline thought she wos being very reosonoble. Insteod, Nooh's fires of onger roged even horder

when he heord thot.

She thought he wos like o tropped beost with nowhere to releose his onger.

At first, he was angry at Madeline. However, when he saw the bruise on her arm in the photo in the news article, he became worried instead.

He would only be relieved if she was safe.

The car stopped outside Maple Forest Villa.

Noah dashed into the villa like a gust of wind and found Madeline in the second-floor study.

Madeline was in the middle of a video conference. She raised her head when she heard the door open, and she was surprised to see Noah, whom she had not seen for the past two weeks, standing in front of her.

She ended the call quickly and turned her head to Noah, standing at the door. "Yes?"

Noah walked over to her and rolled up her shirt sleeve without any explanation. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the bruises on her arm.

He began to roll up her pants leg.

Madeline grabbed his hands. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I was only gone for two weeks, and look at what you did to yourself!

What do you intend?" Noah said angrily. His eyes were bloodshot, and his intimidating demeanor was chilling.

"I have work to do. Please don't disturb me." Madeline did not want to argue with him. She sat on the chair once more and took some document folders.

Noah lifted her up by her feet, took her downstairs, stuffed her in the car, and told Wayne to start driving.

Wayne dared not waste any time. He floored the gas pedal, and the car sped away.

Madeline did not even have a single chance to escape.

"Why are you so angry, Mr. Quincy?"

"You ask me why I'm so angry? Of course, you don't know why I'm so angry, because you don't care for me at all!" Noah's eyes became even more bloodshot as he spoke.

Madeline could tell that despite the anger, Noah was feeling aggrieved.

Guilt strangled Madeline's neck like a string. Any tighter, and she would choke.

Wayne shot a glance at her, and she turned her gaze toward the tablet that had been flung carelessly on the seat. She unlocked it and saw the news about her.

"Mr. Quincy, if it bothers you that much, we can hold a joint press conference to announce that we're divorced, and whatever I do has nothing to do with you."

Madeline thought she was being very reasonable. Instead, Noah's fires of anger raged even harder when he heard that.

She thought he was like a trapped beast with nowhere to release his anger.

"Are you in such a hurry to cut all ties with me? I don't care who's helping you now, but you can't escape from me no matter how you try!"

Noah hugged Madeline close to his chest. Her familiar scent filled his nostrils and immediately washed away the accumulated fatigue and uncontrollable anger.

"Mr. Quincy, if you wanted a pet canary, you've probably found the wrong person."

"You're not a canary!" You're more like a cat! You scratch and claw my heart at every possible chance you get.

"Yes, I'm not indeed. Please stop the car and look for someone else to be your pet canary," Madeline said while casting a glance at Wayne.

Wayne pretended he did not hear her. He did not want to be banished to the mines.

"Do you always force yourself on other people, Mr. Quincy?" Madeline said. The way Noah treated her was making her angry.

For the past two weeks, she had been either working or training during her waking hours. Occasionally, she would pay attention to Noah's whereabouts and request Thirteen and the others to protect him

from the shadows.

She wondered what was wrong with Noah. He had been throwing a tantrum ever since he came back.

"Forcing myself on you? Do you think I've been forcing myself on you?" Noah said with a deep frown.

Madeline stared him in the eye and said nothing.

The couple fell abruptly silent. The tension was so thick that Wayne dared not make a sound.

When the car stopped in front of Golden Dome International, Madeline opened the car and prepared to walk out.

Noah grabbed her wrist. "If you're doing this to me because of the news about Annalise and me, I can tell you that I have no relationship with her!"

"That's your business. What does that have to do with me?" Madeline said impassively as she pushed his hand away.

Even though Noah was hurt, his expression was gradually taken over by sheer anger.

Wayne could not take it anymore. He said loudly, "Ms. Madeline! Mr. Noah is worried that you hurt yourself when training! He nearly cried when he saw the photos of your bruised arm. Mr. Noah! Ms. Madeline is jealous! She came to your office to look for you once, and she met Annalise at the bar and told her you belong to her!"

See? Isn't it better if you two can be forward with your feelings? Wayne thought as he walked away. He was not going to take any credit for what he did.