Chapter 366 Let’s Visit The Sick, Daddy
"Madeline." He reached out to take the cup of milk from her. She turned to leave after it was safely in
his hands.
Noah was quick to grab onto her hand and pull her into his arms while keeping the cup from spilling in
the other hand.
"Let go." Madeline braced herself against his chest to keep some distance between them.
He released her out of fear of her anxiety spiking but he remained blocking the way back into the
elevator. He didn't want her to leave.
The sight of her annoyance abating made him take her by her hand and slam the bedroom door behind
them.
Dylan, who was still by the entrance, had the door close right in his face.
"This is what I get for helping out?" He grumbled before skipping downstairs to share the gossip with
Elise and find out just who was gaming with her.
Elise, however, was a stubborn woman who refused to kiss and tell no matter how many times he was
on the phone with her.
Noah, meanwhile, kept an eye on Madeline as he drank the offered milk as if he were afraid that she
would disappear on him.
Her temper gradually faded from their staring contest. She plopped down on the couch. "My illness is
no emergency. I'll take it once your drugs have been produced."
He could see how her expression spelled out how she would take no compromise.
"I didn't know my wife loved me this much."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Don't go tooting your own horn. I don't want to owe you anything." Madeline turned away to
deliberately avoid his lingering gaze.
"I'm not asking you to pay me back." He set down his cup and sat down beside her.
She had gotten into a knee-length skirt moments earlier. His knee bumping into her own cued her in on
how his body temperature was much higher than hers.
"I don't like my debts unpaid. You were the one who got me out of the underground chamber. That's a
life-saving favor, one that I plan to repay you for."
She shifted her legs aside to avoid his touch.
He threw an arm to the back of the couch, making it seem as if he was holding her close.
"Are you promising yourself to me for saving your life then?"
"You wish!" She glared at him and got up. "Show some respect, Mr. Quincy. Stop swaggering around
like you're a peacock."
"Peacocks spread their feathers for courtship. I'm courting you. You got a problem with that?" Noah
remained seated as he stared up at her.
"Take your time spreading your feathers then." Her heels clicked on the floor as she headed out.
He didn't stop here but instead trailed after her like a shadow.
The triplets rushed up to her the moment they got downstairs with Thomas taking the lead with a
question. "Where are you going, Mommy?"
He clearly wanted to come along.
"I'm going to see your godfather." Madeline didn't shy away from Xander's existence nor did she try to
hide that she was going to see him.
After all, she wouldn't be here today if not for him five years ago.
Xander was an important person to her.
"I wanna go too, Mommy! Bring me along!" Thomas clung to his mother.
Mackenzie followed suit. "I want to go too, Mommy."
Colton shot a look at his father and added, "I want to go, Mommy."
"No. You're not allowed to go. Did you forget what Grandma is like? What's going to happen if she sees
you?" Thomas dragged Colton to Noah.
Colton shook his head. "I'm not scared."
"You're not scared of her? She wanted to hit us last time." Xander was a friend Thomas had had since
his childhood.
"I'm not scared of anyone. I want to protect Mommy." Colton pursed his lips at Madeline.
She had thought about bringing Thomas and Mackenzie with her but leaving Colton behind didn't seem
like a good option. So, let's go together."
She wanted to agree to have Colton come along and turned to Noah. "Can I take Colt with me?"
The casual expression he wore faded at her question. "Colt is also your son."
That was when she realized that she had been treating the three children differently. She simply
thought of asking Noah for permission because he was the one who raised Colt.
Did Colt notice? He's a delicate child.
She guiltily observed Colton but there was neither disappointment nor sadness on his face. That
convinced her to pile the children into the car.
When they were settled in the back, Noah suddenly climbed into the passenger seat.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
Noah took the time to fasten his seatbelt and then shut his eyes. "Accompanying the kids."
"I'll be right back." She was rendered speechless. She was just going to see Xander. Why was he
barging in on the meeting?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow was he going to stand up to Xander if he got into a fight with him again? He was still injured too.
Why was he following her?
"I'm worried. Just drive. Hopefully we will be back in time for lunch," he urged.
"Let Daddy come, Mommy. That bad woman won't pick on us with Daddy around." Thomas tried to
bargain in his father's favor.
"Grandma isn't going to think you're going to marry godfather with Daddy around," Mackenzie doubled
down.
It did bother her that Emelia kept misunderstanding her intentions but was using Noah the right
answer?
"Hmph, I can't wait to see who this Xander person is." Noah scoffed. He hated how Madeline had such
a good relationship with Xander that Emelia would misunderstand the reality of their relationship. He
also hated how Emelia looked down on Madeline.
"That has nothing to do with you. Stop picking fights everywhere you go," she reproached him but
chose not to drive him out of the vehicle.
Madeline gave Xander a call when she reached the hospital but Noah snatched her phone out of her
hand before the call connected.
"Stay in the ward," Noah said coldly and hung up the phone.
She stared wordlessly at him as if she was trying to extract an explanation from him.
Noah instead picked Mackenzie up into his arms and headed straight for the elevator.
His every action made him seem as if he was taking his children to the zoo.
Thomas dragged Colton along as he snickered. "Daddy's so childish."
"Daddy is afraid that godfather is going to steal Mommy away. You need to help Daddy too or we won't
have a Daddy anymore," Colton whispered into Thomas's ears.