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 more and got more

choice but to open the door to pull him

Freeman! You’re drunk again! What if

“Liv.”

Olivia onto the sofa. “Liv, don’t marry him. Don’t marry

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

Quinton force you? I… I

was the first time Olivia had seen

A nonsense-blubbering, not-cold John.

four

it be because of

She was

him, he would not have treated her like that 4 years

reminisced about the past, she pushed

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

once more and leaned into her

was

a

for him

you really want me

open, revealing his chest,

Olivia was speechless.

still see the scar on John’s chest. It was deep

feel a muddle of different

go back to where we were in

her tightly. “Let me hug you

“Don’t be like this…”

if I die, will