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 sky, and a clap of thunder could

bed and looked outside, holding

rattled from the strong wind, while the swaying branches cast dark and

bellowed like

of rainy nights, and she

under her blanket. Her body shook uncontrollably as tears welled

on the night she

at night, she would remember that person in a raincoat

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

heard another clap of

fear and hid under her blanket. She murmured with a shaky sob, “Johnny, where are

“Johnny…”

mournful sound of the wind answered her, making

thunderstorms and use his warm hands to cover her ears to comfort her was no

she was scared of the memory of the thunderstorm from when she was ten, or if she was sad because she had thought about John. At that moment, her

can’t go back to how it used to

The hospital.

bed. However, she jolted awake once more when she heard

she sobbed. “Johnny, can you stay here with

his head to glance at her, yet

thunder. Is she alright in the

run into his arms like a spooked rabbit whenever there was thunder.

through the sky outside the window. Dorothy hid

she had grazed her wound with that movement.

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

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

chest obediently and said sweetly,

when he heard that

you’re worried about her, you should go accompany

Stop letting your

thin line, but

always got very irritated whenever

could he worry about

accident two years ago, he kept calling out her

was in bed with another

would not be sad even if Olivia died