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

the bed and looked outside, holding

wind, while the swaying branches cast dark and swaying

strong winds bellowed like

of rainy nights, and she was especially scared of

body

the night she

person in a raincoat waving

face. She could still remember his piercing red eyes, the scar on his face, and his wretched

another clap

under her blanket. She murmured with a shaky sob, “Johnny, where are you?

“Johnny…”

wind answered her, making the initially

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

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

we can’t go back to how it used

The hospital.

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

sleeve as she sobbed. “Johnny, can you

to glance at her, yet he had Olivia on

is also scared of thunder. Is she

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

lightning tore through the sky outside the

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

after, she lifted her head, her face soaked with tears.

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.

said sweetly, “Johnny, are you…

he

you’re worried about her, you should

Stop letting your imagination run

thin line, but his

got very irritated whenever someone

he

two years ago, he kept calling out her

was in bed with

he would not be sad even