Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife

Chapter 71

It was the evening. Olivia was crouching in the corner, wounds all over her face and her body. Tears shimmered in her eyes.

Suddenly, her lungs throbbed, and the smell of rust gushed out of her throat. Her throat tickled and stung. She wanted to cough but dared not, for she feared making the slightest sound would make them beat her.

up again.

Olivia bit her tongue and dug her nails into her flesh, using the pain to suppress the urge to cough. Then, she swallowed the blood. However, this would not be the end of it.

She had not taken her painkillers today, so she did not know how many more times the pain would strike her that night.

John had told them to beat her up. It seemed he doted on Dorothy a lot.

“Heh. Dorothy was his angel. What am I, then?”

Tears ran down her face, but she did not dare sob. She held them back carefully until the morning.

She had hardly slept, and her usually bright eyes looked dim and haggard.

Suddenly, the door opened, and someone walked in. Their pair of custom–made leather shoes caught her

eye.

look up. She was afraid to meet those deep

her chin and lifted her

eyes met. One party was biting her lips in fear while

going to admit your mistake

her dry lips and said hoarsely, “I’ve done nothing

is awake. I’d never visit a vicious woman like you if she hadn’t begged

make me sick!”

you make me

whisper. With tears shimmering in her eyes, she looked at

and reduced your

“What?”

be enough for

she had heard something ridiculous. “John, have you lost your mind? You’re going to put me away

“Yes”

His voice was cold.

so much?

“There is no ‘we‘”

interrupted her impatiently, squeezing her lower jaw harder.

looked