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

worsened day

now had to eat such miserable things just to fill her

was not too miserable. At least it was human food. If she was still locked up tomorrow, she

pasta was horrible, stale, and hard. However, Olivia enjoyed it. She begrudgingly saved half of it for later so she would

Olivia fell asleep again after

strangled her, asking why she was

about to suffocate, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked out the window. It

no idea how many days

on the plate of pasta, but she

yet. She

woke up in shock. Her eyes widened as she looked at the approaching dark

are you? D-don’t come

but she gathered her courage and

and sneered. “Sure enough,

‘That voice… Johnny?’

heart sank for a second. However, John soon pinned her to the bed, reeking

“You’re still alive after starving for three days. Olivia, it’s true that pests are

broke. It turned out she had been locked up

thought she

because she was mentally exhausted, she stared at John’s face so close and laughed at herself.

throbbed. He felt

he did

Olivia die? Only

clothes off, then kissed her violently and greedily as if

back, but John was so

was still alive only

could not hold on any longer. She had eaten half of the soap

felt dizzy and

grow cold and motionless, John gritted

woman did not

panicked. He reached over, patted Olivia on the face, and shook her

she was as fragile as a piece of paper. She shook

test her breathing, then jumped in shock. Without turning on the light, he picked

confused to see

to the

and started it. It was the first

way to the hospital, Olivia suddenly woke up and looked at John, who was holding

“Johnny.”