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Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 175
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Chapter 175

Something about Joseph's low voice and the ominous weather made him look more menacing than he

already did. Once Suzette saw him, she knew he was no savior but rather the devil incarnate.

"Stay- Stay away from me!" Suzette screamed in fear but quickly passed out from shock after that.

"I see that you're still useless after all these years." Joseph sighed. "Bring her home."

"Yes, sir!"

On the other hand, the rain continued to fall as Madeline, and the others returned to the Maple Forest

Villa, giving Noah a perfect opportunity.

"Madeline, I know you're upset with me, but the rain's making it impossible, and I'm tired. Can't you let

me rest for a while?" With puppy eyes, Noah pleaded at Madeline at the entrance.

"Fine, but we're leaving once the rain stops!" Madeline noticed Noah's pale face and reluctantly agreed

to stay.

"Great." Noah beamed and was helped up the stairs by Dylan. Unable to hold back any longer, Noah

spat out a mouthful of blood once they reached the second floor, shocking Dylan.

"Noah!"

"Shh, quiet. Don't let Madeline hear you."

"What happened? Why did you suddenly spit out blood?" Dylan asked as he recalled Noah was doing

well following a prior checkup.

"It's nothing. My wound reopened."

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"There's no way that could cause you to spit out blood! Let me check!" Dylan was panicking after

seeing Noah's condition. He quickly lifted up Noah's shirt to examine the wound on his abdomen; blood

had already seeped through the bandage. Upon removing the bandage, he finally noticed a tiny wound

right above the original wound.

"You were hit by a Gold Thread?" Dylan widened his eyes in surprise after noticing the circular wound.

The fine Gold Thread managed to stab through to the opposite side of Noah's body. Without prompt

medical attention, he could have lost his life.

Yet, this fool didn't even bother to mention a word about it! Dylan thought to himself angrily. If he did not

notice it by then, there was a good chance Noah would probably tell him once he was on his deathbed!

"Don't worry, Dylan. I'll be alright." Noah noticed Dylan's worried look and quickly reassured him.

"What do you mean by 'alright'? Do you know a wound like this can be fatal?!"

"I was planning on telling you before we got back, but I didn't think she'd be looking for me down at the

pit. I was afraid that she would panic if she couldn't find me."

"Yet, you're not afraid that she'd cry if you die?" Dylan glared at him while taking out his medicine chest

to treat his wound. Thankfully he had brought a designated medicine chest, or else Noah's condition

would have been far worse.

"I wouldn't die, seeing that I have you here," Noah replied and chuckled.

"Hmph, that's flattering, but if we'd been even a few minutes late, my life would've been ruined by your

death!"

"Thank you, Dylan."

"If you really want to be thankful, then stop getting hurt! You know I'm busy!"

"Alright."

"Hmm? Strangely, we found ourselves on the same page!" Carefully, Dylan smeared the special

ointment over the wound and replaced the bandage. As much as it had annoyed him, he did not have

the heart to teach Noah a lesson by giving him a harsh stitch to the wound.

"Well, I know you're worried about me, so I will do as you say."

"Then, will you buy me a new phone?"

"What if I double the budget for research this year?"

"Really?" Dylan immediately beamed, relieved that Noah was not babbling incoherently from his

wound.

"But, can you go and help check in on Madeline? I noticed that she was covered in scratches, so it'd be

great if you could tend to her wounds. It's not that I'm begging you. I'm just scared that she won't

cooperate with me later on."

"Of course!"

"Thanks a lot!"

"Oh my, you don't have to thank me, Mr. Quincy!" Dylan exclaimed as he cheerfully lugged his

medicine chest over to visit Madeline. Noah chuckled after seeing Dylan's giddy stroll. Carefully, he got

back up to his feet and slowly made his way down the stairs.

On the second floor, the door to Madeline's room was slightly ajar as the sight of Dylan pleading with

Madeline unveiled.

"It's going to be tough for you to tend to all those scratches, Maddie. Why don't you let me help?" Dylan

knelt down with his medicine chest, clutching Madeline's leg as he begged. Madeline, however, quickly

turned down his offer.

"I can handle this on my own."

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"Maddie, do you not like me anymore?" Dylan raised his head and gazed pityingly at Madeline, who

suddenly despised him.

"Hmph, did you really not expect me to despise you when you agreed to put up an act with Noah?"

Madeline mercilessly outed Dylan.

"Sigh, it's not that I can't refuse. Dylan has been sponsoring the lab's research! Do you think I really

stood a chance against him? I would've beaten him up with you every time he bullies you if I didn't

need to rely on him!"

"Really?" Madeline raised her brow warily. She was about to toss Dylan out of the room and relax in a

hot bath when she saw a shadow at the door. The thought that Dylan was probably sent by Noah

struck her shortly after.

"Of course, we'll always be best friends!" Dylan said as he started to massage Madeline's leg. He

would do anything for five billion dollars!

"Very well then. This wound hurts a little; the skin was probably pulled open…" Madeline replied as she

stretched her arm out for Dylan to check. Once Madeline agreed to let Dylan tend to her wounds, he

sighed in relief, and the two cautiously walked down the stairs. Madeline also took a glance at the door

and noticed that the person she had seen was gone. She then finally asked the thing that she had been

bothering about.

"Noah… is going to be fine, right?"

"Uh…" Dylan was caught off guard by her question. What did she mean by that? And here I thought

she was mad at him, yet now she seems to care. Is that a good thing? Questions started to flood into

Dylan's mind.

"Is he seriously hurt and having a fever? Ouch…” Madeline became concerned when Dylan did not

answer and accidentally scratched her wound.