Abusive Wife

Chapter 295

Chapter 295 Thrills Are The Way Of Life

At the Golden Dome’s 88th floor.

“Daddy, Daddy, Mommy’s downstairs!” Thomas barged into Noah’s room in a frenzy after checking his positioning system.

Noah was lounging on the couch with Dylan patting on a layer of foundation onto his face.

“Daddy, are you trying to scare Mommy by pretending to be a zombie?” Thomas couldn’t bear the sight of his father and closed his eyes.

That prompted Dylan to take a second look. “The shade does seem a little off.”

Noah checked himself in the mirror. It wasn’t just “off”. He looked like he had white paint haphazardly smeared on his face.

“Dylan Felch!” He snarled at Dylan, who disappeared from the room after tossing the powder foundation aside.

Thomas urgently tugged on his father’s sleeve with a reminder. “Go wash up, Daddy. Mommy is almost here!”

“Mommy’s in the elevator, Daddy.” Colton poked his head into the room.

Noah sprang for the bathroom to wash his face and then changed into wet clothes.

The sight that greeted Madeline when she walked in was one where a pale-as-a-sheet Noah sat on the sofa soaking wet and staring off into space. He looked terrible.

Sitting next to him was the expressionless Mackenzie, who met her mother’s questioning gaze and shrugged.

Noah had promised to buy her the latest Princess Elsa figurine and agreed to take her on a trip around Imperia for the best snacks. That was why she agreed to act in their little play.

Thomas was one who loved fooling around. He grabbed Madeline’s hand after seeing her stare at Noah with clear suspicion. “Mommy, Daddy won’t take his medicine. Is he going to die?”

She was still skeptical until she felt his forehead for his temperature. He was indeed burning up.

“Why didn’t you take your meds?”

“I’m too depressed to care.” Noah looked up at her piteously.

His eyes radiated innocence, overwhelming her.

“Don’t worry. Dylan’s skilled. You’ll get better.” She thought that he was down in the dumps because he couldn’t get it up anymore.

The words “I’m sad because you don’t care” were left stuck in his throat. He looked down, looking even worse for wear.

Madeline knew she had to take some responsibility for the matter too. She softened her tone. “Just take your medicine.”

Noah nodded and his servant responded by handing him his medication.

He didn’t reach for it but instead stared at Madeline with bated breath.

She had no choice but to take the pills and fetch him a glass of water.

Dylan made another appearance as Noah took his medicine and ushered the three children away.

Only Madeline and Noah were left in the home.

“Go get changed. Maybe don’t take your body for a joke next time.” She couldn’t help but recall what happened last night as she scanned his soaked appearance.

She could feel her cheeks heating up as she pulled him up to his feet to get him to his room.

Noah, however, was already calling for her two minutes later.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

He opened the door after having changed his clothes, though his top sat askew, exposing his well- muscled abdomen.

“Did you develop some kind of exhibitionist kink recently?” The smug expression on his face was a clear message to her that he was doing this on purpose.

“Help me with the buttons.” He stood there as if all was right with the world.

Madeline gave a stilted laugh and turned to leave.

He said nothing more as he trailed behind her. Wherever she went, he’d follow. She would be faced with chiseled pectorals the moment she turned around. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Her frustration mounted to a point where she had no choice but to help him with his buttons.

Cool fingertips occasionally slid across skin. Noah audibly gulped.

He wanted to have her in his arms but had no choice but to hold back for fear that she’d find out that he was pretending to be ill.

Madeline rolled her eyes after noticing the look on his face. She got on her tip-toes and with a twinkle in her eye, whispered into his ear, “I’m done.”

Slender digits patted his chest and unintentionally or perhaps intentionally scraped over a sensitive bit of flesh.

He stiffened. His blood boiled under his skin, clamoring for him to hold and kiss her.

“What else do you need me to do?” She asked in a purposeful gentle lilt.

Noah’s searing gaze bore into her before he finally pushed her away. He murmured, disappointed, “I’m sorry, my wife. I can’t reciprocate your advances right now.”

“That’s okay. You’ll get better.” She took two steps back, somewhat convinced that he was now impotent.

She then got on Instagram to send Elise Lambert a text.

“What to do if a man gets hurt there?”

“F*ck me. How hard did you two do it? How did that happen?”

Madeline could tell exactly what kind of expression Elise had as she typed all that.

“Shut up. Someone tried to drug Mr. Quincy last night and I administered a sedative. He can’t seem to get it up since this morning.”

The thought depressed her. To think a man as tough as Noah could be so fragile.

“Really? Have you tried?”

“Dylan said there’s a high probability that it’s permanent.”

Elisde shot a glance at Dylan who was gaming beside her and grinned to herself.

Dylan fussed over Noah all the time. If something were wrong, he would definitely be hunkering down in his lab. He wouldn’t be gaming here otherwise.

“How about this? Take it step by step. Who knows, maybe he just needs more stimulation.”

More stimulation? That seemed plausible considering how he was moments before.

She still felt uneasy and sent another text to Dylan, who was so taken by his game that he only sent her two words.

“Thrill him.”

Noah was in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water when he felt her gaze on him. He turned around to be greeted by the cunning expression she wore on her face. He shivered.

“You water, my dear.” He handed her a glass.

She took a sip and asked, “Are you thirsty?”

Seemingly perturbed, he didn’t answer.

She suddenly closed the distance between them. There was a feather-soft sensation against his lips that had him sucking in a breath.

Just as he reveled at how she was finally willing to kiss him, his lower body began to heat up.

His eyes went as wide as saucers as he stared at her in disbelief.

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