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

more and

to open the door to pull him

if the neighbors file

“Liv.”

onto the sofa. “Liv, don’t

from now on. I won’t bully you ever again.

force you? I… I can help

time Olivia had seen such a talkative

A nonsense-blubbering, not-cold John.

past four years to go from such

it be because

her head immediately. She was really good at complimenting

him, he would not have treated her

the past,

keep disturbing me, I’ll call the police. Do you want to

onto the sofa with him once more and leaned into her embrace

was

was a little

was it to her for him to beg her

want me to stab

shirt open, revealing his

Olivia was speechless.

the scar on John’s chest. It

feel a muddle of different

for Dorothy, you should have known that we could never go back to where we were in the past. It’s been six

tightly. “Let me hug you to sleep for another. night, then. Okay? I promise I won’t

“Don’t be like this…”

if I die, will you forgive