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

Chapter 613

Olivia was feeling a little bit of insomnia. It could have been because of the multitude of things. that happened recently.

At midnight, she sat on the balcony to look at the stars. She could not help but think back to the day before she and John got married.

At the time, she was really nervous, but she was also very excited.

She would be on long calls with John every night.

She did most of the talking, and John did most of the listening.

Even though she fell asleep first every time she was talking, John would never hang up. He would wait till the next morning and be the first one to wish her a good morning when she woke up.

Those were very happy days, and every time Olivia thought about it, she would think that the John from back then was a completely different person than the current John.

When did they stop trusting each other?

Was it after that accident?

She did not think so.

When Olivia was deep in thought, the doorbell rang.

She frowned. It was so late right now. Who could it be?

Before she could open the door, she heard the person outside grumble. “Liv, open the door.”

Olivia trembled. It was him!

Should she open it, or should she not?

She stood in front of the door for several minutes, but the man outside the door not only did not

he started to chatter more

no choice but to open the door to

You’re drunk again! What if the neighbors file a

“Liv.”

“Liv,

from now on. I won’t bully you ever again. Please don’t marry him,

Quinton force you? I… I can

was the first time Olivia had seen such a talkative

A nonsense-blubbering, not-cold John.

the past four years to go

it be because

She was really good at

was that important to him, he would not have treated her like that

the past, she

Freeman, if you keep disturbing me, I’ll call the police. Do you

into her embrace like

man was completely

was a

for him

want me to

shirt open, revealing his chest, and said, “Do

Olivia was speechless.

the scar on John’s

Olivia feel a muddle

for Dorothy, you should have known that we could never go back to where we were in the past. It’s been six years. Isn’t it too late for you

tantrum and hugged her tightly. “Let me hug you to

“Don’t be like this…”

I die, will you forgive