Chapter 115
Let her go?
When Noah heard those words, it was as if a sharp knife had been thrust directly into his
chest.
He had never considered doing anything to her, so how could he let her go?
"Please, Noah, let me go. The facts have proven that I owe you nothing, and I almost died
once. If this was taken into consideration, it would appear that you owed me instead.
However, this is in the past. Let bygones be bygones, shall we? Let me leave with the kid.
I swear I'll never bother you again."
"You're leaving? Where are you going?" A glimmer of anxiety appeared when Noah looked
at the woman in front of him.
"You don't need to know that. All you need to know is that I will never bother you again.
That should be enough, shouldn't it? After all, you've always despised me."
Even though Madeline had put her hatred aside, there was one thing she was certain of—
Noah despised her! One could even say that he thought she was repugnant!
So, even if she'd been cleared of suspicion, she wasn't the "Ms. Madeline" Quincy had
been nice to all along.
Since Thomas had sent Noah the video of her conversation with Angie on the hilltop, she
couldn't hide her identity any longer.
How could she have deserved the breakfast he had prepared for her?
"Madeline Grant, who told you I have always hated you?"
"Isn't it?" Madeline asked, a little unsure.
"What makes you think I'll let you take the child?"
"I gave birth to the child, so I must take him with me." Madeline stood firm in her decision.
She had opened up about times when she had been falsely accused, shunned, and even
when she had almost died. However, she would not step back when the matter came to
her child.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had to take Colt with her. That boy had endured great suffering under Noah all these
years!
"I had a hand in the conception of that child. I'm not going to agree." Noah gave a
satisfied smile. He even drank a sip of the strawberry juice he had made for Madeline.
"You..." Madeline was at a loss for words. Such a shameless jerk, this one! His face is as
thick as a wall, uttering such heinous nonsense in broad daylight!
"I can't let you take the child away, but you are welcome to stay. In light of the fact that
you are not the murderer, I owe you your life. Don't you want to reclaim it?"
"Also, do you believe Angie has the intelligence to steal the Quincy family's secrets and
murder Grandpa? Don't you want to catch the person responsible for this?"
Noah closed in on her slowly, and before Madeline knew it, she was cornered.
A large hand encircled her slim waist. She was forced to move closer to Noah, and the
cool, woody aroma emanating from him instantly dispelled Madeline's doubts.
In the next second, a smile that could charm all living things worked its way across her
face. She continued, "Noah, you want me to stay here so badly. Don't tell me you've fallen
in love with me. How is it possible that I was unaware of Mr. Quincy's propensity to
reconcile with former lovers?"
"Love you? Am I being too obvious?"
"You couldn't be more obvious."
"That's great. I thought you didn't notice it." Noah appeared to be relieved all of a sudden.
With adoration so intense it might have drowned someone, he cast a loving gaze down at
her.
Madeline, who had previously been very pleased with herself, was now dumbfounded.
That jerk! He really has skin thicker than the crust of the earth!
She was too tired to keep bickering with him in that position, so she just wanted to push
him away, but she failed miserably.
She was held captive by Noah in the corner of a wall. He was clearly injured but still as
tough and unyielding as a fortified fortress. It was so shocking!
"Madeline, are you happy to learn I'm in love with you?" As he edged toward Madeline,
who was eager to leave that place, Noah asked her with great interest.
"I apologize. Mr. Quincy, I was young and inexperienced when I courted you. Now that I'm
older, I don't like men like Mr. Quincy, so please don't waste your time on me any longer."
"Young and inexperienced? Hehe! Madeline, do you think I'll believe you?"
"It is entirely up to you whether or not to believe. Whatever happens, I'm taking the kid
with me for sure!"
"You can try, but I will never stop loving you. You and I are still married, after all. The love
between a husband and wife can always be nurtured slowly."
"Since when have I been your wife and you my husband?" Madeline retorted
subconsciously but soon realized she had a serious problem on her hands.
Their divorce was not finalized that year when they unintentionally had children.
However, it had been such a long time. Why hadn't Noah resolved their issue? He
previously wanted to marry Angie, didn't he?
Was this to say that Angie was aware of her role as the third wheel all along?
"You're getting the idea. You have no reason to be skeptical because I have never sought
the annulment of our marriage. You are still Mrs. Quincy!"
"You!"
"Is Mr. Quincy available today, in that case? Let's get a divorce, shall we?"
"Divorce? Hehe! Dream on!"
"Noah Quincy! What the heck do you want?!"
"I've said it. I fell in love with you."
"If I believe it, I'll be damned!"
"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. The omelet is starting to get cold. Go have
your breakfast first; only then will you be able to escape my clutches."
With those words, Noah released Madeline from his clutches. Then he spun on his heels
and walked over to the dining table, motioning for Madeline to join him.
Madeline didn't want to, but her stomach growled, betraying her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnly then did she realize she hadn't eaten much all day yesterday, and her hands were
shaking from hunger. Forget it. I'll just eat first and think later.
Madeline walked over and sat in the chair Noah had pulled out for her unceremoniously.
She took up her utensils and began to eat.
Noah was particularly skilled at making omelets.
"It's delicious, isn't it?"
"It's alright."
"Do you really trust me that much, Madeline? Are you sure I haven't spiked your omelet?"
"Cough...Cough...Cough...Cough…Smash!" Madeline was enjoying her meal when Noah
suddenly reminded her, and she began coughing unintentionally.
Just as she was about to turn around to get a tissue, her clothes accidentally brushed up
against the plate, causing it to fall to the ground and shatter in an instant.
The magnitude of her response surprised Noah. He was about to pass her a tissue when
he heard a porcelain plate fall to the ground and shatter.
"Don't even think about touching it. I'll take care of it." When he saw Madeline about to
squat, he grabbed her hand and drew her to the side, where he began to clean up the
pieces of broken plate.
Madeline sat on the side and looked at him, her emotions in turmoil.
Noah Quincy, who had always displayed a sense of superiority and arrogance, had not
only learned how to make soup, but he was even capable of cleaning a room.
She was experiencing a surreal sensation. She even thought she might be dreaming.
He knew she was Madeline Grant now. Why was he still nice to her?
Was this a new way for him to exact his vengeance?
"Noah, where did this fragment come from? Why does it look like my porcelain plate... Uh,
it really is my porcelain plate!" After destroying his own cooking, he had no choice but to
come downstairs and sweet-talk Noah into giving some omelets. He didn't expect to see a
piece of the broken porcelain plate roll to his feet as soon as he stepped out of the
elevator.
He bent down to pick up the broken piece, and when he saw the patterns clearly on it, his
heart broke instantly!