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

Chapter 137

Olivia was just like a doll, sitting in John’s arms-lifeless and a shell of her former self.

“Olivia, I’ll find out sooner or later what you’re hiding from me!”

Olivia’s heart tingled with pain at this, but she smiled. “Really? I hope you’ll find out soon, Mr. Freeman.”

‘Before I die.”

“How long are you going to be so bitter?”

“Mr. Freeman, do you think I’m being bitter?”

“Olivia Larson!”

John grabbed her jaw with his long fingers. His eyes were scarlet and angry. “Talk properly!”

Olivia frowned slightly out of pain. “You don’t like me calling you Johnny. You said I’m cheap. John, there is no trust between you and me anymore.

“Not only do you not trust me, but I also don’t trust you. Every time I call you Johnny, my heart breaks. So I’m tired, Mr. Freeman.”

feeling a pang in

You don’t get to disbelieve

“John, were we ever equal? You

have double standards. You should’ve told me

loved me for 17 years? How could you

the air as loneliness flickered in her

17 years. Johnny, I regret

the words “I regret it” were uttered, John’s heart suddenly emptied, and he felt like he was falling into an

said she

I do

she

carried Olivia back to the room, threw her on the bed, ripped

against the woman’s slender neck as he warned coldly, “Olivia,

can’t die, get a divorce, or leave without my permission! Even if you die, you must die by my

“You’re really bossy!”

got married, and you always will be! You wanna

her, suddenly finding him unfamiliar

and pressed