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

Chapter 308

Olivia did not know what John was trying to do.

Just now, he had been so hostile like a wild beast, but now, he was gentle and considerate like a gentleman.

She stared at his back for a long time before she lowered her head to change.

Sometimes, she felt like he was a schizophrenic who had a split personality. It was so hard for her to read him.

Before this, she wondered if something had happened to him that led to him. developing such a temper.

However, she had never met his family nor heard John mention anything about them.

Thinking of this, she put on a bitter smile. It turned out that they really did not know each other well enough.

In the beginning, she viewed their love through rose-tinted spectacles. It could not withstand any pressure at all.

Suddenly, she felt relieved. Maybe they would not have lasted even without Dorothy.

The two of them were silent for the entire journey. She only came back to her senses when John said, “We’re here.” Then, she looked out the window.

When she saw this familiar scene, she was slightly taken aback. She opened the door and got out.

did you bring me

saying a word, John dragged her in, pushed her into the

was scared. She looked back and realized that

door and shouted, “John,

one answered her

panicked. Her heart sank as she recalled the scene of her being imprisoned by John at home. She knocked harder on the door, crying and begging. “John, don’t lock me up. I’ll listen to you in the future.

but he still did not

impatient voice suddenly came from behind her. “Why are

the voice, Olivia froze. She quickly turned around and saw lan standing

“lan?”

she did not dare to be too enthusiastic. Instead, she just stood still, staring at him blankly, and asked, ” Why

the Larson family’s old house. Initially, she wanted to buy it, but because she did not have enough money, someone

frowned. “I

‘Live here?’

you

stairs, opened the

What’s wrong with me living here as the son of the Larson

‘That’s true. It’s just…”

suspicions in her heart, but how could

“Whose house is it?”

you