Aggresive Wife

Chapter 67

Was the footage fabricated? Perhaps it was suddenly deleted because it wasn’t solid evidence.

Noah felt his head aching as this thought filled his mind. He felt that he was starting to burn up from the inside. His forehead was covered in cold sweat and his consciousness began hazy. He sprinted towards the exit semi-consciously.

The Maple Forest Villa.

Madeline returned home after Thomas fell asleep back at the Quincy residence. She felt odd as Noah did not show up at the banquet. She wondered if Noah had found new leads.

Madeline stretched as she felt tired. She was preparing to take a bath before bed. As she went upstairs to her room, a figure pounced on her and pinned her to the bed.

Madeline was flabbergasted. As she was about to push the person away, she heard a faint voice. “Madeline… I’m sorry…”

“Noah?” Madeline asked. It was Noah’s voice. He remained motionless as he was seemingly drunk. “Noah, what are you doing in my room?” she uttered.

Madeline was confused as Noah was apologizing to her. She pushed him away forcefully and reached for the light switch.

Madeline could see that it was Noah after the room was lit. However, she had never seen him in this state. He appeared to have a fever and was not fully conscious. His clothes were a mess as if he had fallen.

Madeline was uncertain of what to do. “Noah, wake up. I’ll call Wayne to pick you up!” she said as it was the best option. As she pulled out her phone, Noah snatched it away. “Are you drunk or not?” Madeline uttered. She started to suspect that Noah was putting up an act.

“Give me back my phone! Huh? Why do you feel so hot?” Madeline said. As she was reaching for her phone, she accidentally touched Noah’s forehead. She placed her hand on his forehead again to confirm that he has a fever.

“How did you get a fever from being drunk? I’ll go grab some medicine for you since it’s your son’s birthday,” Madeline said. As she was about to leave, Noah held her down and kissed her forcefully.

As Madeline was trying to break free, she realized that something was off. She reached for the vase by the bedside and hit Noah on his head. He fainted after being struck.

Madeline held back to avoid injuring him. She pushed him with all her might to get him off her body. She took deep breaths to calm herself down.

Madeline checked his pulse to make sure that Noah was still alive. She realized that he had been drugged. It would be harmful to the body if it was not expelled properly.

Madeline dragged Noah into the bathroom and placed him in the bathtub. She proceeded to fill the bathtub with cold water and added some ice cubes as well.

Although Madeline was just watching, she could imagine the freezing cold temperature of the bath right now. It was the only solution to calm Noah down. She proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

Madeline sized up Noah’s defined chest muscles. She was impressed that he managed to stay in shape after a few years. She took a picture of him to prevent misunderstandings.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After that, Madeline grabbed a silver needle from her purse and opened a small wound on Noah’s index finger. The blood that oozed out was dark in color.

Madeline used her lipstick and drew a tortoise on Noah’s chest. She took a picture of it as well.

After an hour, Noah regained consciousness and his fever was gone. He felt angry as he realized that he was soaked in an ice bath.

As Noah was about to get out of the bathtub, he realized a person sitting against the wall. Madeline was exhausted and fell asleep while she waited for Noah to recover. She seemed uncomfortable as she was crossing her arms from the cold.

Noah decided not to wake her up. He grabbed a towel and dried himself. He proceeded to carry her to the bed. Madeline slept soundly as she felt the softness of her bed and the warmth of her blanket.

Madeline woke up as she felt the warmth of the sunlight. She realized a palm was placed on her chest. She was shocked and pulled away the blanket.

“Noah!” Madeline yelled. Noah slowly opened his eyes and said, “Good morning, Ms. Madeline…”

“Good morning to your sleepy head! Hurry up and get up!” Madeline uttered. “Alright,” Noah replied as he lifted the blankets and stood up.

Madeline was taken aback again as she was greeted with the sight of a man in his underwear. Noah’s chiseled figure was displayed before her eyes. She was speechless.

“Excuse me, I don’t remember what happened last night and my clothes were soaked. I apologize for making your bed wet…” Noah said.

Madeline felt her blood boiling. If it were not for the tortoise that she drew on Noah’s chest, she would kick him with all her might that could send him flying to another continent.

“Forget it. You’re lucky that I’m kind-hearted. I would hug the stray dogs that I come across to sleep from time to time, so it was no big deal. Hurry up and put on your clothes. Get a move on. You’re not staying here for breakfast,” Madeline insisted.