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

Chapter 112

Zyla quickly took a piece of tissue paper and wiped Olivia’s hand clean. Then, she took out some medicine, passed it to Olivia, and said, “Here’s your medicine, Sis Liv.”

After taking her medication, Olivia closed her eyes. She no longer dared to think about the Larson’s Residence.

Zyla did not stay for long. After watching Olivia finish her chicken soup, she packed everything up and left.

Right after Zyla left, John came in. As he sat on the stool, he seemed to realize that there was residual heat on it. He frowned. His dark pools of eyes bore deep into Olivia’s.

“Who came here?”

“No one.”

“Olivia Larson, how dare you! How dare you get your b*stard men to come to even the hospital for you?”

Olivia saw that he was angry and felt a sharp pain in her heart. Then, she sneered. ” Why, have I wounded your heart again, Mr. Freeman?”

John stood up when he saw that Olivia did not refute what he said. He pinched her chin tightly like he was trying to take her apart.

“Olivia Larson, it looks like you still haven’t learned from your mistakes.”

“Mr. Freeman, how have I not learned from my mistakes? You make my own brother throw a vase at my head while calling me a b*tch who killed his parents. How could I forget that?”

he heard Olivia address him as Mr. Freeman. An unknown fire sprung up from his

Olivia Larson, I’m your

Husband?

husband would never allow another woman to destroy the Larson family and would never

really tired of living now,

his hand and barked coldly, “Guards, bring

Little black hut?

trembled. She was like a living corpse as

her out.

man she had loved for 17 years had an unlimited number of ways to

a long time in the car, she was dragged

little hut.

was no ventilation inside the hut, and it was pitch black. There were also draughts of

ago, which made her back

watched her from above. “Olivia Larson,

this place was locked from the outside, no matter how hard Olivia threw herself against

have to worry about

crawled over to John and yanked on the leg of his trousers, her bloodshot eyes staring at him with great fear in them. Her ashen lips

was afraid of the dark, and she was more afraid of small dark spaces

place out deliberately for

away, turned to look coldly at