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

John started to feel anxious as the thunder rumbled menacingly outside and he threw the pen in his hand onto the ground.

Wes stole a glance outside of the window and lightning flashed across the dark sky. Followed by it was a massive downpour that dripped heavily on the glass windows.

He pursed his lips and carefully reminded John, “Sir, Madam is still…”

Before he managed to finish his sentence, John glared at him coldly and he became too afraid to continue speaking.

He had good intentions but it was not worth provoking John because of this.

John was already annoyed and now that Wes reminded him about it, he could not stop thinking about Olivia who was still kneeling in the garden.

He was anticipating seeing the woman begging, but she was surprisingly quiet, as if she was admitting guilt to her actions.

This made him even more irritated until the point where he did not even know why.

Just as he stood up to take a glance through the window, someone knocked on the study room door and Dorothy’s timid voice came from outside.

“Johnny… I am a little scared, can you accompany me?”

Her body was weak, she was a timid person all along, and it was inevitable for her to feel nervous under such bad weather.

He then stood up and opened the door and supported the frail Dorothy.

Seeing her pale face and the terrifying state she was in, he felt so sorry for her.

“Dolly, you are still injured, why did you leave your room?”

Dorothy leaned on him and bit her lip. “I didn’t want to trouble you, but I am really terrified by the lightning and thunder… They bring back some painful memories to me…”

‘Painful memories?’

John was stunned. ‘Olivia said the same thing before.’

“Johnny, my legs are getting wobbly and my chest hurts, can you carry me back?”

John nodded and bent down to carry her up.

Back in the guest room, John sat by the side of the bed and let Dorothy lean in his arms while he comforted her. “Sleep well, I will be here with you.”

she saw John not sitting in bed

thunderstruck came through and Dorothy exclaimed out of

sob… she’s hitting me with the broom and I

Dorothy started crying. At the same time,

afraid, I am

good to have

lay in his arms and

heart, she was as triumphant as

saving you. I

and the louder the thunder,

who had knife wounds, even if it was a healthy person, he or she might not be able to

up, she found John staring out of the window

can he still think about the

then said

“Does your wound hurt?”

head. “I don’t know,

again while she was speaking, as

me that’s why you are in such an awkward situation, not to mention causing a conflict between you and

take care of

the blanket and wanted to close the curtains for her. “I’ll close

just as he was about

the first ray of sunshine after the storm can shine into the room as soon as

falling as she spoke, “Johnny, I’ve been hoping for us to be like the

that the miscarriage was the reason for her emotional instability. He then forced himself to say,

limited, despite the subject

sat back in bed and held her in

him being in a bad mood as he was frowning the entire time which made

for fear that he would go out and look for Olivia once she fell

a.m., he then stood in the study room and smoked continuously, one cigarette after

was still pouring heavily

Larson is indestructible, anyone else

would never forgive her when she had an affair

ego inflates whenever she is treated well,

ran into the room while panting heavily. “Sir, bad news, Madam has