Aggressive Wife

Chapter 114

Thomas' eyes lit up upon seeing Noah. He got up from the sofa and sprinted towards Noah. "Daddy, you're awake! Does your head still hurt?" Thomas uttered. "Don't worry, Colt. My head doesn't hurt anymore. What are you two doing here anyway?" Noah asked.

Noah glanced over at the burnt pancakes in the pan. He then looked at Dylan, who had a guilty smile on his face. He instantly pieced the puzzle together. "Didn't I tell you not to touch anything in the kitchen? You are unworthy of doing so," Noah said.

"Hehe. Noah, it was an accident. I'll become a master chef one day!" Dylan uttered. "Fine. You better start practicing. After all, men who can't cook will never get married," Noah replied. "Who told you that? It's nonsense. You can't cook either yet you dare mock me!" Dylan said. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Colt, are you hungry? You want pancakes, right?" Noah asked. "That's right. Daddy, I'm starving right now," Colt replied as he nodded. "I'll make some for you, alright?" Noah said. "Hooray!" Thomas exclaimed as he clapped his hands.

"You're going to make pancakes? Noah, I think you're better off ordering a food delivery. Don't starve the poor kid just to flaunt in front of me," Dylan said as he waved his hands. He did not believe that Noah can cook.

Noah did not bother responding to Dylan. He walked to the kitchen and threw the pan with the burnt pancakes into the trash bin. He grabbed a new pan from the kitchen cabinets and prepared the ingredients. The aroma of pancakes swiftly filled the air in an instant.

Dylan's mouth was wide open. He could not believe his eyes. No one would believe him if he ever said that The Demon King of Imperia could make pancakes. He approached Noah as he could not resist the fragrance.

Dylan was surprised to see that the pancakes Noah made were not just fragrant, the appearance of it was invigorating as well. Thomas began eating immediately without a word. "Noah, when did you learn to cook? I never knew about this," Dylan said.

Dylan chatted with Noah as he waited for the next pancake to be served. If fighting over food with a child was not a crime, he would have asked Noah to let him have the first bite. "I learned it when I was bored. Do you believe me now?" Noah said.

"Believe you in what?" Dylan asked. "Believed that men who can't cook will never get married," Noah answered. "Bold of you to say that! You're not married as well," Dylan uttered. "That's not true. Madeline and I have never been divorced. Therefore, she is still my wife," Noah replied as he placed the freshly made pancake on a celadon plate.

Thomas, who was eating his pancake, paused as he heard Noah's words. Madeline had never mentioned to him that they were not divorced. Thomas felt it was not bad to have a father who can cook. Therefore, he pretended to have not heard anything and continued digging in his pancake.

Ever since Noah showed up and rescued Thomas and Madeline, he started to change his impression of Noah. Apart from the fact that Noah was handsome, he was wealthy as well. Thomas felt that Noah was a superhero when he came to their rescue. If Madeline decided to stay with Noah, he would not object to it.

"Whatever. Guess I'm no match for you. However, I'm afraid your legal wife doesn't want to stay with you!" Dylan uttered as he felt envious. He would have been harsher with his words if it were not for the freshly made pancakes before him.

However, the plate of pancakes suddenly disappeared. When Dylan came back to his senses, Noah was standing in the elevator with the plate in his hands. "Noah, what are you doing? It's fine if you're leaving, but the pancakes must stay! At least let me have a bite!" Dylan uttered.

"Thanks for your concern. To prevent my wife from leaving me, I shall deliver these pancakes made with love to her," Noah said with a straight face. As Dylan sprinted towards him, Noah pressed the button, and the elevator doors were shut.

Noah returned to the treatment room with the plate of pancakes. Madeline slowly opened her eyes as the aroma of pancakes filled her nostrils. "Good. You're awake. Have something to eat," Noah said. He placed the plate on the table with a glass of warm chocolate milk.

"You made these?" Madeline asked as she noticed that Noah was still wearing an apron. She felt that Noah had been much more gentle with her after five years. She could not imagine him as he was back then.

"That's right. Colt said he was hungry, so I made some for you as well," Noah said as he pulled the chair for her. "Thanks," Madeline said as she approached the table. She glanced at the pancakes and decided to use the washroom first.

The toiletries and skin care products were all brand new. The brands were the same as Madeline used back at the Maple Forest Villa. It seemed to have been prepared just for her. After looking through the different products, she chose a mild facial cleanser.

Madeline removed the bracelet on her wrist and poured a few drops of golden liquid. She gently mixed it with the facial cleanser in her palms and applied it to her face. After a minute, her face was clean and free from makeup.

Madeline felt familiar yet distant as she looked at herself in the mirror. It had been a long time since she showed up without any makeup. Noah went upstairs to make a glass of fresh strawberry juice as he waited for Madeline.

When Noah came back to the treatment room, he was astonished to see Madeline without any makeup. It was her true self standing right before him. "Noah, you're aware that I'm not dead, right? I also didn't kill your grandpa," Madeline said.

"Yes, I know," Noah replied. He had known long ago but he did not dare to admit it. "In that case, could you let me go?" Madeline said.