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.

flash of lightning tore through the dark night sky,

bed and looked outside, holding her

wind, while the swaying branches cast dark and swaying shadows that looked like peeping toms

winds bellowed

nights, and she was especially scared of

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

weather on the night she was

remember that person in a

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

another clap

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

“Johnny…”

answered her, making the initially

who would hold her during nights with thunderstorms and use his warm hands to cover her ears to comfort her was

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

to

The hospital.

Dorothy in bed. However, she jolted awake once more when she heard the clap

she sobbed. “Johnny, can you stay here with me? I’m

lowered his head to glance at her, yet he had

is also scared of thunder. Is she alright in the

rabbit whenever there was thunder. Anyone would

could continue his thoughts, another flash of lightning tore through the sky outside the window.

pain because she had grazed her wound with

head, her face

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

his chest obediently and said sweetly, “Johnny, are

when he heard that

you’re worried about her, you

your imagination run

thin line, but

always got very irritated whenever someone

it. How could he worry about that

two years ago, he kept calling out her name, but where

was in bed with another

he would not be sad