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.

of lightning tore through the dark night sky, and a clap of thunder

from the bed and looked outside,

swaying branches cast dark and swaying

winds bellowed like a

was scared of rainy nights, and she was especially

under her blanket. Her body shook uncontrollably as tears welled

night she was kidnapped when

she would remember that person in a raincoat waving

remember his piercing red eyes, the scar on his face, and his wretched and perverted

heard another clap

ears in fear and hid under her blanket. She murmured

“Johnny…”

answered her, making the initially scary atmosphere

would hold her during nights with thunderstorms and use his warm hands

was ten, or if she was sad because she had thought

can’t go back to how

The hospital.

had tucked Dorothy in bed. However, she jolted awake

sobbed. “Johnny, can you stay here with

to glance at her, yet he had Olivia

of thunder. Is she alright

she would run into his arms like a spooked rabbit whenever there was thunder. Anyone would definitely want to pamper her after seeing

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

had grazed her wound with that movement. Her

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

down on the bed and held Dorothy. As he patted her shoulder softly,

against his chest obediently and said sweetly, “Johnny,

he

about her, you

your

lips into a thin line, but

irritated whenever

How could he worry about that

that car accident two years ago, he kept calling out

bed

not be sad