Aggressive Wife

Chapter 95

“Angie, don’t you dare!”

Jerry frowned.

“Jerry, you gotta believe me. If you still don’t believe me, I… I will jump down!”

Seeing that Jerry was still mad, Angie had no choice but to threaten him with her life.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Jerry was soft-hearted. He could not help seeing the tears on Angie’s face, and her swollen eyes.

“Enough! Don’t try to threaten me with your life! Let me warn you one last time. If you do this to me again, you and your whole family are doomed! I will not see you again in Imperia!”

Although Jerry warned Angie sternly, his heart softened. He walked up to her and carried her down.

“Jerry, you have to trust me. I didn’t do anything wrong to you. Those bastards forced me…”

Lying in Jerry's arms, Angie could not help sobbing as she explained. She put all the blame on Sam.

“How could Sam do this to you? That bastard! I’m not going to let him get away with what he had done!”

Once again, Angie won Jerry’s heart. Jerry was completely convinced by her words.

"Jerry, stay away from those bastards! I don’t want you to get hurt!”

With her arms around Jerry's neck, Angie reminded him in her soft voice.

“All right. If you say so. We haven't seen each other for so many days. Do you miss me?”

Jerry held Angie in his arms. His hands were on her waist gently.

Immediately, Angie knew what was on Jerry’s mind.

She gently grabbed Jerry’s tie with her slender fingers and led him to the bed.

Jerry slumped to the bed. Although Angie found him unattractive, she still winked at him seductively with a smile on her face.

Jerry could not resist anymore. He pinned Angie down on the bed and kissed her.

"This house is too small. I have a villa in the suburbs. Pack your things and move there.”

Having enjoyed enough, Jerry slowly got up from the bed. He then took out a cigar and lit it.

“Really? I can move back to the villa? Oh god, that’s great!” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

With her arms around Jerry's neck, Angie kept kissing Jerry. She was excited. It seemed that she could turn the tables soon.

In the clinic at Golden Dome International, Noah gradually woke up after the blood transfusion.

He seemed to see a familiar face. Although he wanted to get up badly to talk to her, he was too weak. The effect of the anesthetic was too strong. He gradually fell asleep again.

Three hours later, Noah woke up again. However, it was already 5 o’clock in the morning.

Noah opened his eyes. Immediately, he knew he was in Dylan’s clinic.

He struggled to sit up and glanced around. There was no one else in the clinic except him.

Was he dreaming?

I must be dreaming. How could that heartless woman stay here with me?

“Mr. Quincy, you're awake! I brought you some soup. Do you want to have some now?” Wayne came in with a food container. He walked up to Noah as soon as he saw him woke up.

Wayne quickly put the food container on the table and helped Noah out of bed. He took care of Noah diligently.

"What time is it now? How is Madeline? Is she hurt?" Noah recalled that they ran away together last night. He was worried.

He remembered that he blacked out. He did not know what happened after that.

"Don't worry, Mr. Quincy. Ms. Madeline is fine. Dr. Felch took care of her.” Wayne helped Noah to the living room. He then went to take the food container on the table.

Charles made the soup specially for Noah. It was good for patients who had excessive bleeding.

“She was here?” Noah’s eyes lit up.

Did I really see her last night?

"Yes, she was here. She went back after making sure you’re fine.”

“She didn’t do anything?”

“Huh? No, what's wrong?”

“Nothing. The soup is too bland. Give it to Dylan.”

Hearing that, Wayne was rendered speechless.

Noah lost his appetite.

Seeing that Noah suddenly became silent, Wayne did not dare to say anything. He immediately went upstairs to give the soup to Dylan.

Wayne did not want to lie. He promised Madeline last night.

After Wayne left, Noah still felt something was not right. Madeline was right beside him last night…

Thinking of that, Noah went to the security room to check the surveillance video. He set the time range to watch the recordings last night. However, a message popped up on the screen saying that the surveillance video could not be played.

What the…

As soon as Dylan wanted to go to bed, he was summoned for breakfast by Noah. He had no choice but to meet Noah with messy hair.

"Noah, are you feeling better now? Are you okay? Okay. I want to go back to sleep.” Half squinting his eyes, Dylan yawned. He leaned against the door of the security room with a bowl of soup. Although he had a few spoonfuls of soup, he was still sleepy.

“Dylan, is the lab running out of money lately?”

“Huh? Noah, are you going to invest more money?” Dylan was excited as soon as he heard the word “money.”

“I might consider it if you can tell me why the surveillance video of last night was missing!”

"Err..." Dylan muttered.

“I read somewhere that there is a new data analysis system, but it’s expensive. It cost at least 3 billion!”

“Hey, Noah. You don’t have to check the video yourself. I can help you!” As soon as Dylan heard about the new data analysis system, he was exhilarated.

Dylan had heard about the new data analysis system. Unfortunately, it was too expensive, and he could not afford to buy it. He did not expect Noah would mention it.

Dylan was so excited.

“Sure!” Immediately, Noah stood up so that Dylan could take his seat.

One minute later, Dylan finally retrieved the surveillance recordings of the clinic last night.

It seemed familiar when Madeline volunteered to donate blood to Noah.

Madeline volunteered to donate blood to me?

Somehow, Noah felt touched.

“Wayne!”

"Yes, Mr. Quincy!”

“Bring the soup to Ms. Madeline now!”