Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife
Chapter 488

Chapter 488

Due to his identity, John dared not voice his objections.

He knew he might never see her again if he quarreled with her and raised his voice at her.

After a long silence, he finally gave in with a chuckle. "Got it."

Olivia did not want to talk to him, so she looked away. "Okay then. I'll go home first. See you tomorrow."

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah, there's no point staying here anyway."

"Will you keep me company?"

There was a touch of supplication in John's deep voice.

It was unknown if it was because she had never seen John like this before, but Olivia's heart softened slightly.

"Just chat with me."

Slightly reluctant, Olivia pulled a stool nearby and sat down on the edge of the bed. "What do you wanna chat about?" To be honest, she had no idea what they could chat about.

'About his 'dead wife'?

'Or why didn't he marry Dorothy?'

While she was thinking about it, John suddenly said, "Who was the one who tried to harm you? What happened?"

Olivia froze slightly, not expecting him to ask about that.

"An ex-colleague at the atelier."

John looked at her, waiting for her to go on.

With a lack of choice, Olivia could only press her lips together. "He was dishonest and stole some money from the company. I called the police and sent him an attorney's letter. Finally, the court also asked him to return the money.

"But he seems to have spent it all on gambling.

"Besides that, we were almost accused of plagiarism because he stole my design and sold it to our competitor."

With that said, she sneered. "That's about it. That's why he was unwilling. He wanted me to drop the charges and give him more money."

"What's his name?"

Olivia glanced at him. "Why do you want his name?"

"I'd like to help you."

"No thanks. I've already called the police. They should be able to catch him soon."

John looked at her. "You don't believe me?"

Olivia shook her head and smiled. "Mr. Freeman, I don't want to owe you anything."

That sentence pricked John's heart.

He knew she would never admit to being Olivia again.

Ever since they were reunited, she faced him as Phoebe.

Including the so-called not wanting to owe him anything...

She was Olivia, and he owed her. However, his chest felt stuffy when she said she did not. want to owe him anything.

She did not want him.

He had not even had a chance to ask her why she was still alive after all this time.

John lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

Seeing his silence, Olivia pressed her lips together. "Do you want a drink? Shail I get you a glass of water?" "Okay."

One drank while the other watched. The minutes ticked away, but neither spoke again.

After an unknown amount of time, Olivia got up and was about to speak when she heard

John's voice.

"Ms. James, I have some bad news for you."

Olivia looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"I need to go to the bathroom again."

Olivia. "..."

'No way!'

"Do you

have any

idea how much liquid you've fed me? Soup and water are liquid."

With that said, he pointed at the drip nearby. "Look, I also have to take five or six bottles of drip every day. I'm bursting."

Olivia curled her lip and backed away. "Once probably won't be enough."

"Yeah, I probably have to go several more times, so you can't leave today."

'How unreasonable."

"I... I'll get you a male nurse."

With that said, she strode out.

'He must be out of his mind."

Olivia glared at the door. She had never found John so down to earth when they were together.

In her opinion, this man had always been stuck-up as if there was only elegance to him.

With that in mind, she could not help...