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.

dark night sky, and a clap of thunder

sat up from the bed and looked outside, holding

branches cast dark and swaying shadows that looked like peeping toms

bellowed like a

and she was

curled into a ball under her blanket. Her body shook uncontrollably

night she was

rained at night, she would remember that person in a raincoat waving at her sinisterly under the

lightning had illuminated their face. She could still remember his piercing red eyes,

heard another

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

“Johnny…”

sound of the wind answered her,

hold her during nights with thunderstorms and use his

of the thunderstorm from when she was ten, or if she was sad because she had

we can’t go back to how it

The hospital.

awake once

sobbed. “Johnny, can you stay

lowered his head to glance at her, yet he

scared of thunder. Is she alright in the

like a spooked rabbit whenever there was thunder. Anyone would definitely

of lightning tore through the sky outside the window. Dorothy hid herself in

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

her head, her face soaked with tears. “Johnny, don’t leave me,

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

obediently and said sweetly, “Johnny, are you…

when he heard

her, you should

Stop letting your

a thin line,

got very irritated

he worry about that

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

in bed

be sad even if