Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife

Wes also noticed the change in John’s gaze and hurriedly asked, “Sir, we…”

Unexpectedly, John glared and interrupted with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Wes, do you really care about her that much?”

With that, Wes was silenced and dared not mention Olivia again.

John did not return to the hospital but stayed in the office to complete his work.

He was strangely irritated as he kept thinking of Olivia.

However, if something was truly wrong, why would that woman not call him?

Therefore, she had to be all right!

…

The rain only stopped the next morning.

Olivia shivered as she poked her head out of the covers. Having stayed up all night, her already weak body had grown even weaker.

Furthermore, since there was a thunderstorm last night, she was so afraid that she had forgotten to take her medicine. Now, she could not stop coughing.

Suddenly, a surge of blood jolted up in her throat.

She frowned, covered her mouth, and staggered to the bathroom to spit it out.

Not letting it bother her, she opened the bedside table’s drawer and retrieved a bottle of medicine. She poured out two pills, threw them into her mouth, and swallowed them dry.

Then, she leaned weakly against the wall and despondently stared at a distant wall.

‘Is John trying to punish me for hurting Dorothy?

‘I can make it up to him!

‘All I want is for him to let me live and set me free. I don’t want to be Mrs. Freeman even if it costs my life!’

There was nothing to eat or drink anywhere in the room.

The only thing left to eat was the plate of pasta that Wes had sent yesterday.

Supporting herself against the wall, Olivia walked to the table. She looked down at the plate of dry, stale noodles and smiled.

She was the heiress of the Larson family and had never suffered except when she was abducted at the age of ten.

of the elite and lived a

her life had worsened day by day

miserable things just to fill her

too miserable. At least it was human food. If she was still locked up

enjoyed it. She begrudgingly saved half of it for later so she would not run out of food so

Olivia fell

dream, John strangled her, asking why she was

suddenly opened her eyes and looked out

idea how many

there were maggots on the plate of pasta, but she

die yet. She had to find

was flung open. Olivia, who was curled up in bed, woke up in shock. Her eyes widened as she looked at the

you?

was weak, but she gathered her courage and acted like

stopped and sneered. “Sure enough,

‘That voice… Johnny?’

sank for a second. However, John soon pinned

“You’re still alive after starving for three days.

It turned out she had been locked up for

thought she

she was just not understanding because she was mentally exhausted, she stared at John’s face so close and laughed at

heart throbbed. He felt

did not

the tough Olivia die?

off, then kissed her violently and greedily as if wanting to

so strong, and

was still alive only because

it seemed she could not hold on any longer. She had eaten half of the soap in the bathroom, and her stomach and

and eventually

cold and motionless, John gritted his teeth and

the woman did

over, patted Olivia on the face,

fragile as a piece of paper. She shook as if she could break at any

in shock. Without turning on the light,

to see

drive to the

car and started it. It was the first time he had ever seen his

their way to the hospital, Olivia suddenly woke up and looked

“Johnny.”