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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 613

Olivia was feeling a little bit of insomnia. It could have been because of the multitude of things. that happened recently.

At midnight, she sat on the balcony to look at the stars. She could not help but think back to the day before she and John got married.

At the time, she was really nervous, but she was also very excited.

She would be on long calls with John every night.

She did most of the talking, and John did most of the listening.

Even though she fell asleep first every time she was talking, John would never hang up. He would wait till the next morning and be the first one to wish her a good morning when she woke up.

Those were very happy days, and every time Olivia thought about it, she would think that the John from back then was a completely different person than the current John.

When did they stop trusting each other?

Was it after that accident?

She did not think so.

When Olivia was deep in thought, the doorbell rang.

She frowned. It was so late right now. Who could it be?

Before she could open the door, she heard the person outside grumble. “Liv, open the door.”

Olivia trembled. It was him!

Should she open it, or should she not?

She stood in front of the door for several minutes, but the man outside the door not only did not

but he started to chatter more

had no choice but to open the door

again! What if the

“Liv.”

the sofa. “Liv, don’t marry him.

won’t bully you ever

you?

Olivia had

A nonsense-blubbering, not-cold John.

gone through during the past four years to go from such a haughty person

because of

head immediately. She was really good

him, he would not have treated her

the past, she

me, I’ll call the police. Do you want to

and leaned into her embrace

man was

was a little

it to her for

want me to stab you

pulled his shirt open, revealing his chest, and

Olivia was speechless.

still see the scar on John’s chest. It was deep

Olivia feel a muddle of different

back to where we were in the past. It’s been six years. Isn’t it too late for you

started throwing a tantrum and hugged her tightly. “Let me hug you to sleep

“Don’t be like this…”

I die,