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

Chapter 907

‘No, I won’t admit it!

‘We never ended!

‘We won’t end things!’

John’s lips were cold, momentarily stunning Olivia.

She pushed him hard when she snapped back to herself, but the man was so strong that he seemed to want to swallow her up. He held her so tightly that she could not move.

Unable to push him, she bit his lips, and their mouths smelled of rust.

However, John only frowned and deepened the kiss.

It was like tasting sweet dew after a long drought. He was reluctant to give up this rare opportunity.

Sometime later, John finally released her, leaned his head against her neck, and said in a deep voice, “Olivia, you still love me, don’t you?”

Olivia pressed her lips together. “No, you’re overthinking.”

No way. She called him “Johnny” and told him such things. There was no way she did not love him…

John looked up and held her face with both hands. “Olivia, stop torturing me. I cant take it anymore.”

Olivia’s eyes were indifferent. “That’s your business. What does it have to do with me?”

“Olivia.”

John took a deep breath. “How long do you plan to get back at me?”

“Ha. Mr. Freeman, your question is funny.” Olivia threw her head back and looked at him with contempt. “I will get back at you for the rest of your life because of what you have done in the past. There will never be an end to it. If you’re mad and can’t handle it, you can also kill me like how you’ve done in the past.”

“Olivia Larson!”

John got mad. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s impossible for things to work out between us. And leave Lyla alone, or I’ll do something.”

“Olivia, you’re cruel.”

“I’m no match for you.”

Olivia silently clenched her left hand, digging her nails into the flesh to hide her emotions.

She told herself to never go soft.

She knew what John was asking, and she remembered what she had said.

She also knew better why she tried to block the hit.

However, she would not admit it.

John could do nothing about her. He dared not shout at her or force her to stay with him because he was afraid she would think he had never changed.

He got up, lowered his head, and chuckled. “Olivia, you won. Really.”

She was sure of his feelings, obsession, and persistence for her…

There was no way he was letting go.

“Olivia, will you forgive me if I prove that I really am Mr. M one day?”

Olivia froze, clenching her left hand again. She shook her head coldly and firmly. “There’s no way that will happen.”

Hearing this, John’s heart felt like it was stabbed. It was painful.

He made Olivia lose trust in him.

Therefore, it no longer mattered if he was Mr. M because she refused to believe him.

‘But Olivia, I really am Mr. M.’

However, he said nothing more, turned around, and walked out. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

It was not until the door was closed that Olivia breathed a long sigh of relief and let go of her already stiff left hand.

She raised her hand and touched her chest as she smiled bitterly.

‘Olivia, why won’t you speak the truth?’

Suddenly, the door was pushed open again. Olivia thought John had returned. She said coldly without turning her head around, “What are you doing here?”

“Olivia, why did you do that?”

Ken frowned. “That’s not how you feel at all, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have blocked it for him. Your excuse is lame.’

Olivia did not want to discuss it with him and said with a sneer, “What about you? You pretend to be clear-headed, but what did you do? Why won’t you see Kate? Is it really because of Zy?”

“Fred woke up and wants to see you.”

Why? The question was complicated, and he did not want others to know.