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 used, shunned, and even when she


    had almost died. However, she would not step back when the matter came to her child.


    She 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 wee to stay. In light of the fact that you are not the


    murderer, I owe you your life. Don''t you want to reim 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.


    Arge 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 ce, 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 avable 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.


    Only 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 thinkter.


    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 particrly 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 identally brushed up against the


    te, 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


    porcin te 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 te.


    Madeline sat on the side and looked at him, her emotions in turmoil.


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    Noah Quincy, who had always disyed 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 fragmente from? Why does it look like my porcin te... Uh, it really is


    my porcin te!" After destroying his own cooking, he had no choice but toe downstairs and


    sweet-talk Noah into giving some omelets. He didn''t expect to see a piece of the broken porcin te


    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!