Aggressive Wife

Chapter 19

It had been five years, and yet she had never even touched his hand. Perhaps it was because he didn't know her very well. She knew for certain that Noah wouldn't be able to resist her if she could find herself an opening!

By then, no one would be able to stop her from marrying Noah. Not the brat Colton or that mysterious woman!

She was determined to get what she wanted. She hurriedly wash up, changed into her pajamas, and got into bed to await his return.

She didn't switch on the light to set the mood and surprise him.

Something felt off the moment she got into the bed.

There was someone else here?

Had Noah returned while she was in the shower?

Angie's heart began to quicken. She reached out and embraced the person next to her in her excitement without any hesitation.

"You're quite proactive, aren't you, Ms. Grant?!"

She screamed and leaped up at the sound of the man's teasing voice.

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She turned white when she finally took a good look at the man on the bed. It was Dylan Felch!

She felt humiliated!

She immediately tried to regain her modesty by covering herself with her pajamas. She then jabbed a finger at the man, seething. "Why are you here, Dylan?"

This was definitely Noah's room. Why would he allow this trash of a man to sleep in his bed?

"What? Do I need your approval to sleep in his bed? You were the one who snuck in here. What are you trying to do?!"

"You're shameless!" Angie wanted to vent her frustrations but was afraid the servants outside would catch on.

Nothing happened but if the Quincy family ever found out, the gossip would inevitably ruin her reputation.

"Well, I'll admit that I am shameless. But I'm nothing compared to you, Ms. Grant."

Angie tried to backhand him in her fit of anger but that blow was not to be. Dylan blocked it.

"G-get out! Noah won't let you off the hook when he finds out."

"Why wouldn't he? Is it because you touched me? Or is it…"

Dylan spoke sarcastically, "Because you lost your innocence to me? Hmm, that doesn't sound right. You've never had that to begin with."

Angie stumbled back.

"What are you saying, Dylan? What do you know?"

"What's wrong? You're scared?"

"My feelings for Noah are true. I have nothing to fear."

"Feelings? True? You and I both know you don't feel any of that! It doesn't matter what I know. What's important is that you can start counting your blessings if you try anything with Noah again!"

He stared fixedly at the ashen woman. Despite how pitiful she appeared, it didn't arouse a trace of mercy in him.

Her mouth gaped open. There was nothing she could say.

Dylan was more than satisfied with her reaction and left the room.

Angie leaned against the wall in a cold sweat. She found herself unable to move from where she stood.

The fear through her, leaving her in a state of anxiety for a long while.

Dylan was usually an inconspicuous man and yet he was baring his fangs her way. How dare he?

Said man approached Colton's room only to receive a murderous look from Noah as soon as he entered the door.

Dylan was more than ready to tattle. "Can you not glare at me like that, Noah? Do you know who I saw in your bedroom?"

"Shut up. Come see Colt."

Noah ordered in a low voice, for fear of waking up his son who had just fallen asleep.

Dylan's visage turned stern as he approached to check the boy's pulse and take his temperature. It was only after making sure that everything was normal that he sighed in relief.

"Colt's fine. Why are you so worried?" Dylan asked Noah, puzzled.

He followed Noah into his study as they chatted.

"Tell me. If a child is afraid of the storm, would you, as a parent, lock them in an attic with no one to accompany them?"

"A biological parent?"

"Sort of." Angie was Colt's biological aunt.

"That's some interesting behavior from the parent. Get them admitted to the neurosurgical department. That's an illness not everyone can treat."

"..."

Noah seemed to freeze at that.

None of it felt right.

Dylan continued, "Forget whether they're the biological parent or not. A normal person with the slightest bit of conscience wouldn't treat a child that way. Who's this heartless person you're referring to?"

That answer was beside the point. His expression only grew darker with every word. "If parents don't protect their children when they need them, would the child end up insecure and withdrawn?"

"That's inevitable, but it's okay if it only happens occasionally. In the long run, they might end up like Colt. Err… what happened, Noah?"

Dylan was taken aback. He had a sudden epiphany at the sight of Noah's worsening facial expression. "You're talking about Angie Grant?! I told you she was up to no good with Colt. Why else would she guide a child to jump off a building? You wouldn't believe me then! Also, guess who was in your room just now? It was her again. She got into your bed and tried to threaten me to keep my mouth shut!"

He had never had a good opinion of Angie!

He also once wondered if Angie had something to do with the death of the old man back then because he had never believed that Madeline had gotten Gordon killed.

Madeline had always been kind!

It was Noah who had been unable to extricate himself from his hatred for Madeline over the years. Anyone who mentioned her name would die a horrible death!

Angie was also always by Noah's side, which lessened his opportunity to catch her in the act!

Had Noah finally realized that something was off with Angie?! If that were the case, then wouldn't he soon be able to clear Madeline's name?!

Sure enough, Noah's expression darkened after listening to Dylan.

He clenched his fists and instructed Wayne Hudson, "Go, have someone watch Angie Grant!"

"Yes, Sir!"

……

Meanwhile, in Colton's bedroom.

Thomas opened his eyes after there was no longer movement in the room.

He had nearly fallen asleep. Madeline had offered him a good solution by telling him about the attic in the Quincy home and had him hide there and act distressed.

He had wanted to visit his little brother before he came back but his mother stopped him!

This made him jealous. It wasn't as if he were a monster who would gobble up his brother!

He was here to teach that scumbag of a man a lesson and do his best for his mother. She, however, was reading stories to his little brother in bed. He wanted that too!

He sat up and draped the covers over himself, found his mother's chat box on his phone, and sent a line of text over.