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

Olivia lifted her hand to wipe the blood off the corner of her lips with her sleeve. Then, she stumbled to the bathtub and turned on the faucet. She did not care whether the water was hot. She simply got in and sat.

The man who had sworn to love her forever in front of a priest had changed.

He changed two years ago, but she only realized it now. It was as if her reaction times had been slowed down.

He had imprisoned her. It seemed like he was hiding his mistress in his house, but in reality, he was doing this to torture her.

Who was Olivia to John?

Was she his lawfully wedded wife, or was she a toy for him to vent his frustrations out on?

The water finally warmed up, and her icy body eventually warmed up too.

She submerged her head under the water and closed her eyes. She imagined John choking her, and immediately, she felt suffocated. She emerged from the water in a panic. She only calmed herself down after taking a few deep breaths.

She could not die yet. She had not found her brother yet.

Olivia got out of the bathtub and changed into some new clothes. Then, she walked to the door to try the lock again.

She still could not open it.

She walked to the window. After pushing it, she realized it had also been locked.

It seemed that John had decided to lock her in this room.

She wanted to find a phone to call John so they could talk. She did not care about the result.

However, after looking around, she remembered she had dropped her phone in John’s car.

This villa used to be lively. However, this place has become quiet since John’s change.

There always used to be people cooking, but now, the kitchen was empty.

Currently, the villa was pitch black, and Olivia was all alone.

She was hungry and tired. Hence, she got into bed and fell asleep dizzily.

It started pouring outside in the middle of the night.

lightning tore through the dark night

from the bed and looked outside, holding her blanket

swaying branches cast dark and swaying shadows

bellowed like a murmuring

nights, and she was especially scared of rainy nights

under her blanket. Her body shook uncontrollably as tears welled up in her

the night she was

that person

face. She could still remember his piercing red eyes, the scar on his face, and his wretched

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ears in fear and hid under her blanket. She murmured with a

“Johnny…”

of the wind answered her,

nights with thunderstorms and use his warm hands to cover

was ten, or if she was sad because she had

go back to how it used

The hospital.

jolted awake once more when

as she sobbed. “Johnny, can

glance at her, yet he had Olivia on his

is also scared of thunder. Is she alright in

married, she would run into his arms like a spooked rabbit whenever there was thunder. Anyone would definitely want

flash of lightning tore through the sky outside the window. Dorothy hid herself in John’s arms in

yelped in pain because she had grazed her wound with that movement. Her

her face soaked with tears.

bed and held Dorothy. As he patted her shoulder softly, he said gently, “I won’t leave. Don’t be scared. You’ll start

obediently and said sweetly, “Johnny, are you…

he

you should go accompany her.

Stop letting your imagination

pressed his lips into a thin

got very irritated whenever someone

How could he worry

death from that car accident two years ago, he kept calling out her name, but where was

bed

sad even if Olivia