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.

been part of the elite

her life had worsened day by day since

eat such miserable things

At least it was human food. If she was still locked up tomorrow, she would have

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

sheer exhaustion, Olivia fell asleep

John strangled her, asking why she was not

her eyes and looked out the

idea how many days had

she knew was that there were maggots on the plate of pasta, but she still ate

yet. She had

night, the door was flung open. Olivia, who was curled up in bed, woke up in shock. Her

you? D-don’t come

her courage and acted

the dark figure stopped and sneered.

‘That voice… Johnny?’

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

starving for three days. Olivia, it’s true that pests

broke. It turned out she had been locked

thought she was

she stared at John’s face so close and laughed at

throbbed. He felt pain when

did not

Olivia die? Only when

off, then kissed her violently and greedily

tried to fight back, but John was so strong, and she was hanging

still alive only because she refused

She had eaten half

dizzy and eventually

and motionless, John gritted his teeth and snapped. “Olivia,

the woman

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

paper. She shook as

to test her breathing, then jumped in shock. Without turning

to

drive to

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

Olivia suddenly woke up

“Johnny.”