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.”

when she saw John not sitting in bed but she dared

came through and Dorothy exclaimed out of fear and

beating me up, sob… she’s hitting me with the broom

in a mess mentally and it got worse once Dorothy started crying. At the same time, he felt pitiful towards her when

be afraid, I

good to

his arms and

heart, she was

you.

the rain and the louder the thunder, the more

went on, let alone someone 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

about the b*tch out there

made a painful expression then said in a weak tone,

“Does your wound hurt?”

“I don’t know,

out of her eyes once again while she was

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

take care of yourself

the blanket and wanted to

was about

of sunshine after

us to be like the rainbow that shines after the rain and

endured it after remembering the fact that the miscarriage was the reason for her emotional instability. He then forced himself to say,

was limited, despite the subject being

her, he still sat back in bed and held her in his arms while comforting

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

tighter, for fear that he would go out and look for

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

still pouring heavily and the thunder

else would die, but not

should’ve known that I would never forgive her when she had an affair with

and her ego inflates whenever she is

Wes ran into the room while panting heavily. “Sir, bad