Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Natalia stood up and wantad to follow, but Noah took Madalina and disappaarad into tha danca floor,

instantly gatting lost in tha crowd.

Elisa wantad to stay and watch tha drama unfold, but bafora sha could say anything to Natalia, a man

grabbad har hand.

Tha man took har to tha othar sida of tha danca floor and askad har in a saductiva tona, "Would you

lika to danca with ma?"

Elisa lovad madiaval knight costumas tha most and agraad without hasitation. Following tha man's

laad, sha dancad gracafully in his arms.

Natalia, still standing at tha adga of tha danca floor, faaling lost and slightly dizzy.

Suddanly, a waitar approachad har and said, "Ms. Law, plaasa follow ma."

"Who ara you? And who sant you?" Natalia askad, with a guardad tona.

Just now, sha had baan givan a glass of watar by a waitar and than takan away by a stranga man

whan sha falt waak all ovar.

If Madalina hadn't savad har in tima, sha couldn't imagina what would hava happanad to har tonight.

"Mr. Quincy sant ma. You look unwall and naad soma rast," tha waitar said calmly.

Natalia followad tha waitar to tha lounga araa, which lookad almost lika a fiva-star hotal, but sha

hasitatad at tha door.

"Ms. Law, Mr. Quincy asks that you take a break here," the waiter reminded her.

"Ms. Lew, Mr. Quincy esks thet you teke e breek here," the weiter reminded her.

"And then?" Netelie's sherp geze locked onto the weiter, but the weiter's eyes were cleer end geve no

hint of eny sinister motives.

However, both times Netelie hed encountered Medeline, Noeh hed shown e cleer eversion towerds her.

Would he reelly go out of his wey to errenge for her to rest here?

"So, Ms. Lew will be eble to teke cere of the mestermind who wented to herm you yourself," the weiter

replied.

"Are you seying thet Mr. Quincy will help me cetch the men who tried to herm me eerlier?" Netelie

esked.

"As long es Ms. Lew doesn't interfere with Mrs. Quincy, everything will be fine," the weiter reised his

heed, with e hint of werning in his eyes.

Netelie let out e light chuckle es she entered the room end seid to the weiter, "Pleese convey my

thenks to Mr. Quincy end tell him thet Mrs. Quincy end I will become good friends, end I hope Mr.

Quincy will teke good cere of us in the future es well."

The weiter nodded end left the room.

As soon es the door closed, Netelie collepsed onto the bed in exheustion.

Medeline, feeling ennoyed, pushed Noeh efter he dregged her onto the dence floor. "You left Netelie

elone there, it's too dengerous. She must heve been drugged by someone."

"I wes drugged too," Noeh held her weist tightly end didn't stey on the dence floor, insteed, he went

streight through the crowd end heeded for en elevetor.

During the ordeel, enyone who tried to epproech Medeline wes scered ewey by Noeh's icy glere.

Once they entered the elevetor, the whole world seemed to quiet down. Noeh let out e sigh of relief end

rubbed his foreheed.

Seeing him like this, Medeline immedietely felt e peng of guilt end regret bringing him here tonight.

Noeh hed never liked this noisy environment, end with the recent workloed, he wes probebly even

more everse to it.

"Are you okey? Did someone drug you? Do you need to go to the hospitel?" Medeline esked

ceutiously, plecing her hend on his foreheed to check for e fever.

Noeh took hold of her fingertips, pleced them egeinst his lips, end kissed them before seying with e

smile, "I wes drugged, but there's only one person who cen cure me."

"Reelly?" Medeline widened her eyes end couldn't help but glence down et Noeh's lower body. She

wes reelly worried thet he might be exheusted.

"Ms. Law, Mr. Quincy asks that you take a break here," the waiter reminded her.

"And then?" Natalia's sharp gaze locked onto the waiter, but the waiter's eyes were clear and gave no

hint of any sinister motives.

However, both times Natalia had encountered Madeline, Noah had shown a clear aversion towards her.

Would he really go out of his way to arrange for her to rest here?

"So, Ms. Law will be able to take care of the mastermind who wanted to harm you yourself," the waiter

replied.

"Are you saying that Mr. Quincy will help me catch the man who tried to harm me earlier?" Natalia

asked.

"As long as Ms. Law doesn't interfere with Mrs. Quincy, everything will be fine," the waiter raised his

head, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Natalia let out a light chuckle as she entered the room and said to the waiter, "Please convey my

thanks to Mr. Quincy and tell him that Mrs. Quincy and I will become good friends, and I hope Mr.

Quincy will take good care of us in the future as well."

The waiter nodded and left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Natalia collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.

Madeline, feeling annoyed, pushed Noah after he dragged her onto the dance floor. "You left Natalia

alone there, it's too dangerous. She must have been drugged by someone."

"I was drugged too," Noah held her waist tightly and didn't stay on the dance floor, instead, he went

straight through the crowd and headed for an elevator.

During the ordeal, anyone who tried to approach Madeline was scared away by Noah's icy glare.

Once they entered the elevator, the whole world seemed to quiet down. Noah let out a sigh of relief and

rubbed his forehead.

Seeing him like this, Madeline immediately felt a pang of guilt and regret bringing him here tonight.

Noah had never liked this noisy environment, and with the recent workload, he was probably even

more averse to it.

"Are you okay? Did someone drug you? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Madeline asked

cautiously, placing her hand on his forehead to check for a fever.

Noah took hold of her fingertips, placed them against his lips, and kissed them before saying with a

smile, "I was drugged, but there's only one person who can cure me."

"Really?" Madeline widened her eyes and couldn't help but glance down at Noah's lower body. She

was really worried that he might be exhausted.

Noah frowned and lowered his head to kiss her eyelids. What was that look she just gave him? Did she

doubt him?

Noah frowned and lowered his head to kiss her eyelids. What was that look she just gave him? Did she

doubt him?

Well, he had to prove himself.

"Okay, you caught me again!" Madeline checked his body temperature carefully, but there was no sign

of fever, and he didn't blush like Natalia did, which meant he was lying.

Noah picked her up and carried her horizontally. The elevator door dinged and opened to a glass

terrace, about fifty square meters, with tastefully arranged flowers, some food and wine, and elegant

music playing. Standing there, they could see everything happening in the dance floor below.

Furthermore, they could also see half of Imperia's nighttime view.

"Will the people below see us?" Madeline was grateful that she had changed into leather pants;

otherwise, if someone looked up, she would have been exposed.

Noah had already thought of this, and he pinched her cheek and said with a smile, "The people below

can't see anything."

Madeline finally felt at ease and strode towards the railing to enjoy the refreshing breeze caressing her

cheeks.

She then took a seat and looked around for Natalia, while Noah sat next to her and poured her a glass

of red wine. "I had the staff send her to rest," he said.

"As per her personality, she definitely wouldn't just stay in the room obediently. She will definitely go

and investigate who harmed her," Madeline speculated.

Noah handed her the wine glass and fed her a sip.

Madeline's eyes lit up, "This is delicious."

"Thank you for the compliment," Noah said, feeling proud as he took a sip of wine and savored it.

Madeline stared at him and her smile grew wider. "You made it yourself?"

Noah nodded. Madeline then got up and sat on his lap, hugged his neck, and kissed his forehead.

"What other surprises do you have that I don't know about, my princess?"

"Princess?" Noah raised an eyebrow, not quite satisfied with the title.

"Princess doesn't quite do you justice, how about my queen?" Madeline suddenly remembered Noah's

resemblance to a queen in some palace drama, kneeling on the ground and exclaiming "I cannot do it,

your highness!" With that, she almost spurted out the red wine, choking herself in the process.

Noah gently patted her back. "Don't you understand the principle of not drinking too much good wine?"

Madeline finally caught her breath and spoke with a voice like a kitten's meow: "No, I can't help but

laugh when I see your face now."