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

Chapter 889

‘Sam, don’t you think it’s getting cold…”

Sam’s heart tightened as his already stiff arms pulled Lyla into his arms.

‘What about now? Do you feel any better?”

Lyla shook her head as she shivered. “Sam, I think… I can’t hold on any longer…” “Lyla, don’t say anything discouraging. I won’t let anything happen to you when I’m around!” “Sam, if we survive and get out, I’ll buy you some ice cream, okay?” “Sure.” ‘What flavor do you like, Sam?” “Vanilla.” “What a coincidence. Me too.”

Suddenly, Lyla lamented again, “Why isn’t Mommy here yet? I cant hold on any longer.”

She was exhausted.

However, she had not seen her mother for a long time. She missed her mother and father. She also wanted to find her father.

Sam had just promised to help her find her dad.

“Lyla, do you want to hear my story?” ‘Hmm? Your story?” “Yeah, my story.”

she was so sleepy and cold that she had no energy to even

“Lyla?”

trying to wake her up, but she seemed to have

panicked and looked up to find

dug his hands with difficulty on the iron barrel. He called Lyla’s name as he dug. When he was about to

finally made it to the

to find them on such a big

farmhouse to look

tire prints on the road, it looked more like

dumping Lyla and Sam here. They had no intention of sparing

a camera in the barrel just to

phone rang again. It was Dorothy

[Phoebe, your daughter looks like she has given up her

do you think? Do

they are if you beg me. Otherwise, you won’t find them even when they’re dead and

two children were no longer moving. Only Sam held on and occasionally called out to Lyla, and Lyla only answered in a daze and stopped