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.

the dark night sky, and a clap of thunder

sat up from the bed and

windows rattled from the strong wind, while the swaying branches cast dark and swaying shadows that looked

winds bellowed like a murmuring

and she was especially scared of rainy

Her body shook uncontrollably as

night

would remember that person in a

she got nearer, a flash of lightning had illuminated their face. She could still remember his piercing red eyes, the scar on his face,

heard another clap

in fear and hid under her blanket. She murmured with a shaky sob, “Johnny, where are you? I’m

“Johnny…”

sound of the wind answered her, making

who would hold her during nights with thunderstorms and use his

was scared of the memory of the thunderstorm from when she was ten, or if she was

we can’t go back to how it

The hospital.

in bed. However, she jolted awake once more when

John’s sleeve as she sobbed. “Johnny, can you stay

head to glance at her, yet

is also scared of thunder. Is she alright

his arms like a spooked rabbit whenever there was thunder. Anyone

flash of lightning tore through the sky outside the window.

because she had grazed her wound with that movement. Her frail body shook

face

he patted her shoulder softly, he said

his chest obediently and said sweetly, “Johnny, are you… worried

he heard

worried about her, you should go accompany her. After

Stop letting your

pressed his lips into a thin line, but his eyebrows

irritated whenever

could he

of death from that car accident two years

was in bed with another

would not be sad even if