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

Chapter 465

“I don’t like bad boys, Mr. Hemsworth.”

“Pheebs, could you just call me by my name? You addressing me as Mr. Hemsworth makes me feel like we’re not close at all.”

Olivia chuckled lightly. “You’re my client. Of course we’re not close.”

Xavier’s face darkened slightly. He was slightly displeased. “Would you bring normal clients home?”

Since when had she brought him home?

Just when Olivia was at a loss for words, Fred walked out of the kitchen with dinner in his hands. When he saw Olivia, he was instantly attentive.

“Liv, I heard someone threw a brick at you, then someone threw acid at you too! Are you okay?”

He put dinner down on the table, walked up to Olivia, and scanned his eyes all over her. After he was sure that she was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“I wanted to come to get you in the afternoon, but Jennie said you were okay and that she had asked the guards to increase their patrols, so I didn’t go. Why did someone come and throw acid at you in the evening, then?”

Olivia sighed. “I think he’s Jenson’s accomplice. But the acid did not land on me.”

“Who did it land on, then?”

painfully. She pursed her lips

she went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and filled the basin with

her breath till her head was muddy, then she pulled her head out instantly, wiped the

the four years of

just slightly bleeding, and you got so

took another deep breath and plunged her head into the

Freeman, but

she was slightly crueler four years ago and had not given Wes a

not have to live so anxiously

not turn back time,

“Mommy! Is Mommy back?”

kiddish voice rang out and immediately pulled Olivia back to her senses. She pulled her head out of the water, wiped her hair and face, calmed down, and opened the

she walked out, she saw Lyla

seemed like she really enjoyed

because he was

and thought, “Handsome men are usually dangerous men,

she walked over to carry Lyla, she asked,

chasing

“No…”

sad. “I’m only here because I was worried for you, but now that I know that you’re okay, I can be at

Lyla’s fluffy hair, and said, “Bye, little