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

Chapter 318

Olivia’s heart was beating fast. She was afraid that John might see something he should not.

He flipped through the diary and suddenly stopped at a random page.

After a few seconds, he closed the diary and threw it on the ground hard. Then, he asked coldly, “Olivia, have you slept with Aaron Summers before?”

This question left her dumbfounded.

Her diary was mostly filled with typical girly thoughts, and all of them were related to

John, so where had Aaron come from?

“John, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“It’s clearly written in your diary. How dare you ask me! You’re too much.”

‘Too much?”

‘Which part of me is too much?’

“It’s just a teenager’s diary. Why are you so worked up?”

After saying that, Olivia picked up the diary, brushed the dust off it, and put it back on the shelf. “Also, the person in it…”

Before she managed to finish her sentence, John pulled her into his arms and clenched his teeth. “Olivia Larson, remember, you’re the wife of John Freeman!”

she think

gave her the right to

He hated it!

a replacement more than he hated her for cheating on him with

her chin and kissed

greedy and fierce as if he wanted to merge the both of them

fists and hammered his chest frantically, turning her head away to avoid his

what’s wrong

ever loved him, and he’s the only man I’ve ever slept with, so what is he mad

now. He pinched her chin

you’re

broke free, pushed him away ruthlessly, then ran away without looking

too remote, so she did not manage to see

choice, she took out her phone, wanting to call Ken to

could dial any number, the black

and ordered. “Get

him and

could not stand John’s extreme temper, being gentle at times and violent at other times. She had no idea how to distinguish which one was the

ignoring him, John stopped the car and chased her. Then, he grabbed her

get

frowned and tried hard to struggle. Then,

at John with reddish eyes. “You’re dangerous. I don’t want to be

‘Dangerous?’

immediately. ‘Did I