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.

night

sat up from the bed and looked outside, holding her blanket

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

strong winds bellowed

and she was

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

weather on the night she

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

their face. She could still remember his piercing red

another

She murmured with a shaky sob, “Johnny, where are you?

“Johnny…”

mournful sound of the wind answered her, making the initially scary atmosphere even more

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

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

go back to how it used to

The hospital.

she jolted awake once more

sleeve as she sobbed. “Johnny, can you stay here

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 such a

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

in pain because she had grazed her wound with

her head, her face soaked with tears. “Johnny,

sat down on 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 grazing your

said

he heard that

her, you should go accompany her. After

Stop letting your imagination run

lips into a thin line,

irritated whenever someone mentioned

How could he worry about

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

was in bed

he would not be sad even if Olivia died