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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 57

Olivia’s last scrap of rationale warned her that this was only for a moment, and she should not dream about being able to live in this moment for so long.

However, she then heard John mutter, “Liv, the other day in West Village, I saw you in the fire. You scar ed me. I rushed in without thinking. I thought about how it would be nice if we both died in the fire together.”

Olivia’s body trembled more.

It made her wonder if those words were really from John.

In West Village… Was it John who saved her, not Zac?

When Zac told Olivia this, she could not believe her ears. Unwilling to accept it, she did not dare to beli eve it was really John.

John had loved her very much before this and would have done anything for her. However, he… now belonged to Dorothy. He would never save her….

Therefore, when she heard John mention the fire, Olivia felt her heart hammering as though she was g oing to have a heart attack.

However, she did not turn around. She remained in the same position and asked, “Johnny, do you trust

me?”

After waiting a long time, Olivia did not receive any response from the man behind her. All she felt was him tightening his hug around her subconsciously.

Just as she was thinking that John was probably asleep, she heard him sigh and speak in his deep voic e.” Let’s sleep, Liv.”

Olivia smiled wryly. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He could claim that he loved her when he was so drunk, but he still refused to believe her.

She felt as though she had woken up from a sweet dream at that moment.

John had not changed. He still belonged to Dorothy.

However, Olivia knew she still loved this man. That was why she had felt her heart thumping and nervo usness striking her. That was why she felt disappointed every time he gave her false hope.

John’s embrace was warm, and she had not felt it for two years.

At least for tonight, she thought, he was sleeping with her.

That was enough.

Perhaps out of contentment, Olivia slept soundly and sweetly that night.

She was awakened by the warm sunlight streaming through the window the following day.

The morning light crept over her pale face and enveloped her in daylight. It seemed to be pulling her ou t of the darkness.

She rolled over and touched her side. The sheets were cold.

The man had left while she was asleep.

Everything last night was like a dream. They had done nothing else but whisper and hug in their sleep.

Olivia was in a good mood, so she went up to the window and stretched. The sunlight warmed her.

Hungry, she turned around to open the door, only to find it still locked.

The smile on her face froze. The sober John had not changed. He was still imprisoning her like she wa s.

his doll.

At this time, Dorothy’s voice came from the door.

“Johnny locked the door. Don’t blame me for it, Olivia.”

Olivia scoffed. Dorothy loved to annoy her because she wanted to see Olivia’s mood fall.

“Dorothy, aren’t you jealous? Last night, Johnny slept with me.”

It was something she did not want to brag about, but she wanted to annoy Dorothy with something.

orothy was silent for a long time before saying, “Oh, don’t pretend. Last night, Johnny returned home to a while and then left. Are you talking about another man?”

Although Dorothy was mocking Olivia, frustration boiled in her.

Last night, she had gone to the toilet and saw someone walking into Olivia’s room. She thought it was a

However, the truth angered her because the man who walked out of the room was John.

She would not allow John to be obsessed with Olivia. She decided to do something about it.

“Speaking of another man, was the man in the hotel your lover, Dorothy?”