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

Chapter 502

Olivia struggled to take out the towel from behind her. Finally, she got a hold of it and threw it aside. She tried to put a new one behind her, but she had lost feeling in her hand, so she could not reach around no matter how much she tried. Eventually, she gave up.

She tried very hard to keep herself awake, but she still ended up falling asleep.

When John came back, he saw her falling asleep with her head tilted against the headrest.

He shook his head helplessly, stepped forward, and carefully put down the new towel for her. After that, he gently let her lie flat on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

Regardless of whether he could forgive everything in their past, he decided to not give up just like

that.

He had to get her to return to him for the rest of her life.

It was already the next morning when Olivia woke up.

Her fever had completely subsided. Although her body was still a little limp, she did not have much problem moving around on her own.

She walked out of the room and looked around, but she did not see John.

Was last night just a dream?

However, when she looked down at the clothes on her body, she was sure that it was not a dream.

Where was he?

head was still dizzy, but her stomach was growling uncontrollably, so she could

the counter, she

There’s also some

‘Porridge?’

and opened the lid of the pot. There was

warm.

it, she

little, and don’t

curled her lips, stuffed some beef into her mouth, and

taste was familiar

a note on

vegetables. Remember to finish

Her vision gradually blurred, and her memory suddenly returned to six

the past, whenever she was sick, she would crave beef,

especially with a high fever, they should not

to persuade her otherwise, she refused to listen. She would cry, make a fuss, and insist that she wanted to eat beef

to prevent her from eating too much, he would monitor her, cook her a pot of vegetables, and force her to eat

said she could offset the negative effects of beef by doing

the stovetop, bit her lip,

‘Why?

are

not want his tenderness, his kindness, or the memories of the