Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife novel Chapter 839

Chapter 839

‘Did he... really pass out?

'Shall I call an ambulance?

'If something goes wrong...

No. Olivia, you cant go soft. Think about what he did to you.

'Did he ever pity me when he made me kneel on the doorstep all night for Dorothy four years ago?

Olivia fought back her emotions and put a mouthful of food in her mouth, but it tasted bland.

Mrs. Simmons and Sam could tell she cared, but they dared not say or do anything because of what she had just said, so they ate as if nothing had happened.

’Eat more meat, Miss."

Mrs. Simmons gave Olivia a piece of pork chop and another for Sam. Then she poured a bowl of soup for her. ’Miss, try today's seaweed soup. I especially bought chicken. It should taste good.’

Olivia lowered her head and took a sip. Before she could taste it, she burned herself and coughed violently.

Mrs. Simmons quickly took a tissue and wiped it for her. ’ Slow down. Miss. The soup is hot."

’Cough cough... Got it. I was in a hurry."

’Miss...’

Olivia did not look up. "I know what you're trying to say, but I'm fine. Don't worry about the man outside. Take Sam to get a bath after the meal. I'm going to draw some sketches. The atelier needs them."

’Okay.’

Mrs. Simmons looked warily at her and continued eating.

It was unknown whether it was her delusion. Olivia was becoming more and more like the man outside.

She was just as unpredictable and stubborn yet soft-hearted.

She cared about him but insisted that she did not.

After the meal, Olivia returned to her room and texted Milo that she would attend the auction tomorrow. Then she turned off her phone and tossed it aside.

However, her mind was blank as she sat in front of the drawing board. The first thing she drew was the ring she had designed for Mr. M.

After not meeting him for four years, his health seemed to have deteriorated significantly. Why did he faint so easily?

'I'm going to ignore...

However, he got shot to save Sam and I. If...’

Olivia bit her lower lip with mixed feelings.

She could not resist it after all. She pushed open the door and rushed downstairs. She ran into the rain and picked up the man who fainted on the ground.

His body was cold, while his lips were ghastly pale. His white shirt was stained with blood, and he looked terrible.

’John? John?"

She patted him on the cheek, but there was no response, which frightened her.

John, I will hate you to the core if you die here!"