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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 120

She closed her eyes, letting her tears flow freely.

John did not bring her back to the Cliffside Villa. He instead brought her to another

apartment.

He carried her into the bathroom and prepared a hot bath for her. Then, he reached out to remove her clothes.

She subconsciously closed her eyes and backed off, thinking that John was about to beat her again.

This scene made him feel a twinge of pain.

He frowned and was slightly annoyed. “Forget it. Take off your own clothes, and take a shower on your own. Everything you need is outside, and you can stay here tonight. Dolly won’t disturb you.”

He stood up and added. “I’ll come back tonight. Remember to cook dinner.”

After saying that, he went out, closed the door, and instructed two bodyguards to monitor the front of the apartment.

After confirming that John was gone, Olivia took the pill bottle and name card out of her pocket.

The name card was wet, so she carefully wiped it with her dry clothes. ‘Luckily it’s still legible.’

She needed seventy million to buy the Larson’s Residence, so she was really in need of money.

She took a shower, swallowed her medicine, and rolled into bed. She then noticed. the bag at the top of her bed. It was the bag she left in the Cliffside Villa.

She took it and found her phone inside. Tons of missed calls were displayed on its

screen.

‘Zyla, Zac, John…”

John had called her 60 times spanning yesterday and today.

For some reason, her heart ached inexplicably when she saw this.

At that moment, she felt like John was right about her.

‘I am indeed cheap. If I wasn’t, why would I still love him?”

She recalled stealing a glance at Dorothy’s fertility report, so she changed her SIM card and texted Dorothy anonymously.

(Does your man know that you’re infertile?]

[Olivia Larson is pregnant, and you’re infertile. Do you think you can hold onto this any longer?]

Dorothy replied very quickly. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

[Who are you? What do you want?]

Olivia sneered and typed with her slender fingers.

[Money. Three million.]

[Are you insane? Three million? Why don’t you rob a bank?!]

[You have one day to think about it. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll send the report to Mr. Freeman, and we can see what he says.]

Dorothy could not guess at how much John loved her, especially when he had. declined her call earlier today.

She dared not risk it.

[Okay. I’ll think about it.]

Upon getting the reply, Olivia switched back to her original SIM card and deleted the chat history.

‘I’ll let her get a taste of her own medicine and experience how it feels to be anxious!’

In the afternoon, she took a two-hour nap before getting up to cook dinner for John.

Although they had not eaten together for a very long time, she could still remember John’s preferences.

He liked to eat beef and spicy food, but he disliked coriander.

There was beef in the refrigerator, so she made beef bourguignon, a salad, and

mushroom soup.

Just as she finished cooking, the door opened.

She took a quick glance and saw that it was John. She then curtly said, “Wash your hands, and come eat dinner.”

John took a look at the dining table, and his heart trembled slightly. He had not eaten Olivia’s cooking for a very long time, and he was now realizing how much he had

missed it.

They washed their hands and sat opposite each other, not saying anything.

John took some beef. He could already sense something upon tasting it. He frowned slightly, but still swallowed quietly.

He then took another slice.

“The beef is nice today.”

Olivia looked at the coriander in his bowl. “You don’t like coriander, right?”

“I guess my tastes have changed.”

Olivia suddenly snorted. “I guess so. If you can accept a woman like Dorothy Ellis, it’s not a surprise that your tastes have changed.”