Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife
Chapter 493

Chapter 493

John's heart shuddered as he looked up at her with indescribable emotions in his eyes.

He knew she was telling the truth.

However, he did not want to set her free.

There was a long silence. Just as Olivia was about to leave, he said something suddenly.

"Stay with me for one night, okay?"

Afraid Olivia would refuse, he added, "Just for one night. I won't do anything."

He did not want her to go, and he did not want her to go with someone else. Especially that guy surnamed Hemsworth!

He wanted to ask what it was with the guy surnamed Hemsworth, but he was scared and could only beg her to stay.

Olivia turned around to look at him. She sized him up. "Are you pretending to be drunk?" John smiled helplessly and plonked down on a nearby couch. "Whatever floats your boat." He did not know how drunk he was.

He was drunk last time. This time, he was half awake and half drunk.

Olivia stood where she was, looking at the figure in the dark with an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Digging her nails into the flesh, she told herself that this man was only acting.

However, she gave in after all.

Finally, she breathed in relief. "Okay, I'll stay with you tonight. Go to bed. I'll sleep on the couch. It's late. We should go to bed."

She just did not want John to pester her endlessly. By agreeing once, she would be relieved.

It was how she comforted herself.

However, John did not budge. His voice was shaking slightly. "Take the bed. I just had the sheets changed. I'll sleep on the couch."

Olivia did not pretend to be polite with him. She took off her shoes and lay down on the bed. Then she turned around and had her back against him.

After all this, she was no longer sleepy, so she only closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt someone climb into bed and take her in his

arms as she drifted off to sleep.

Although there was a hint of alcohol, it could not conceal the familiar scent.

She instantly opened her eyes and looked.

John put his left hand under her head while his right hand was on her waist. His eyes were

closed, and he rubbed his chin against the top of her head from time to time.

Her heart churned with anguish.

She frowned, turned around, and had her back against him again.

John sensed it and opened his eyes to look before taking her in his arms again.

This time, it was tighter than earlier.

"I know you won't forgive me, but I can't give up on you."

She sneered to herself.

If Zyla and their baby had not died, maybe she could have taken a step back, but what was the point of forgiveness?

Early the next morning, Olivia quietly got up and left before John woke up.

She did not go to the hospital for several days.

However, she sent food to John every day and asked the nurse about his condition.

Olivia was relieved to learn that his condition had improved, and all that was left was to rest.

Since he was recovering, her identity as Phoebe did not owe him anything. Therefore, she could leave.

As she packed up, she remembered what Ken had said about escape.

Maybe she loved escaping.

However, she could not run away forever. There had to be an end to it.

Therefore, taking her bag and going out of the door, she should say a proper goodbye to John.

However, the taxi broke down on the way.

"I'm sorry, Miss. It looks like you'll have to get another taxi. It won't be fixed for a while."

Olivia had no choice but to pay the fare and stood on the roadside trying to get another taxi.

However, there were no taxis, and it began to rain.

She had to take shelter from the rain at a roadside coffee shop, oblivious to a familiar figure in the corner.