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 could

up from the bed and

cast dark and swaying shadows that looked

bellowed like a murmuring

scared of rainy nights, and she was especially scared of

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

was the weather on the night she

it rained at night, she would remember that person in a raincoat waving at her

a flash of lightning had illuminated their face. She could still remember his piercing red eyes, the scar on his face, and his wretched and perverted

another clap

her blanket. She

“Johnny…”

the wind answered her, making the initially

nights with thunderstorms and use his warm hands

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

we can’t go back to how

The hospital.

she jolted awake once more when she

sleeve as she sobbed. “Johnny,

at her, yet he had Olivia on his

thunder. Is

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

the

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

after, she lifted her head, her face soaked with tears. “Johnny, don’t leave

the bed and held Dorothy. As he patted her shoulder softly, he said gently, “I won’t

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

frowned when he

her, you should go accompany

letting your imagination

a thin line, but his

got very irritated whenever someone mentioned

could he worry

two years ago, he

in bed with

he would not be sad