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

Chapter 56

When John walked past Olivia's room, he stopped in his tracks. He wanted to knock on the door. After a long while, he drew his hand back.

He walked down the stairs and left in his car.

John was confused. he kept thinking about how Olivia was before everything happened.

Olivia did not like to cry. Even if her hands were bleeding, she would only frown.

However, Dorothy loved to cry. She always looked wronged and pitiful. At first, she made him feel sorry for her, but after a while, he became annoyed with it.

However, Dorothy was the one who had accompanied him through painful days. She even donated a kidney to save him. He would never forget her kindness. for Olivia....

The thought made his blood boil in anger, and he subconsciously pressed down the accelerator harder.

He drove to the bar and dialed Zac's number.

"Come and drink with me."

Zac was still outside Cliffside Villa. He looked at the second floor and sighed. "Which bar? I'll be there

soon."

"The old place."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Zac called Olivia.

John's voice sounded unhappy. He feared Olivia was injured again, but he could not break into the house to check on her.

The call soon went through.

"Are you alright? Did Johnny do anything to you?"

"No. He knocked on the door, but I didn't answer him."

Olivia's voice sounded like she was fine. However, Zac was worried because she was a stubborn woman.

"Olivia, remember, you must tell me if you run into any problems. Don't try to push yourself, okay?"

Olivia chuckled and quipped, "Mr. Quinton, do lawyers always talk so much?"

Zac's ears flushed red, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "No. I was a little worried about what happened before."

"I'm fine. Really."

"Okay. Call me if you need anything."

Zac hung up the call and noticed his heart was pounding fast.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

He had never been so tense or rambled so nervously in more than thirty years.

After all, lawyers were always decisive and sharp.

He shook his head and drove to the bar.

After Olivia hung up the call, she coughed with her hand covering her mouth. Warm liquid ran down her fingers, and the smell of rust in her throat reminded her that she had vomited blood again. She lay weakly in bed with pain in her stomach, chest, and lungs, as well as the occasional sharp pain in her chest and thigh where Dorothy had stabbed her. Soon, the pain overtook her.

Her whole body was shaking. The pain was so unbearable that she carefully took a painkiller and swallowed one down.

However, one alone could not stop her pain. Cold sweat still dripped down her forehead.

She bit her lips, folded her hands around her chest, and curled up under the covers, longing for relief.

She remained in that position for a long time before she dozed off.

When she heard the door open in the middle of the night, she woke up in shock.

A drunk figure stumbled over, took off his coat, and climbed onto the bed. Then, he hugged Olivia from behind.

"Liv, wouldn't it be nice if we could go back to two years ago?"

*John?'

Olivia's heart skipped a beat, and she froze in place, not daring to move.

"Liv, I love you. Don't abandon me, okay?"

John pressed his face against her ear, making her shudder. His voice was deep and sounded like he was sobbing, making Olivia feel like she was in a dream. She began to wonder if John was still the man who had abused her.

At that moment, she felt like she had traveled back in time and her old Johnny had returned.