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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 46

Wes froze and shook his head. “No. Why do you ask, Sir?”

John narrowed his long and narrow eyes and said nothing.

‘What the h*ll was Olivia doing in West Village?’

He did not believe she was meeting a man in such a place. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Zac knocked on the door after seeing John leave.

Thinking it was the caretaker, Olivia got dressed and lay down under the covers. “Come in.”

Then she looked up to lock eyes with Zac.

“Mr. Quinton?”

“I came to see you these two days, but you were unconscious. How are you feeling now? Are you okay?”

Olivia nodded. “Yeah, not bad. Sleep helps the wounds heal.”

The two knife wounds on her body had almost healed, and only a few small scars were left on her hands and knees. Slowly, the scars would be gone.

“Why did you go to West Village?”

Olivia paused, not expecting Zac to know about it. Then

she thought for a moment and asked, “Mr. Quinton, did you save me?”

She could not imagine who else it would be.

“I…”

Zac froze and put the fruit on the table. “Do you want an apple? I’ll peel one for you.”

“Yes, okay.”

Seeing Zac silent, Olivia would not ask. She would only assume that he did not want to talk.

However…

“Did you see Uncle Wallace when you rescued me?”

“Uncle Wallace?”

“Yes, my butler. He was there when I collapsed, even though he was dying.”

Olivia bit her lip and dug her nails into the flesh when she said this.

“I couldn’t save him. Dorothy killed him.”

However, she then seemed to think she had said too much. Widening her dark eyes, she asked, “Do you believe me?”

“Yes.”

Zac put the knife down and hesitated for a moment. “But

it wasn’t me who saved you.”

Although he hoped it was him, he arrived just in time to see John walking out of the fire with Olivia in his arms when he reached there by following her phone’s global positioning system.

Olivia did not notice Zac’s gloom. “If it wasn’t you, who else could it be? Besides, how did you know I was in West Village if you weren’t there?”

“It was John.”

Olivia thought she heard him wrong and froze.

‘How is that possible?

‘John doesn’t love me. Why does he care if she lives or dies?

‘Besides, how could that man risk his life running into a fire to save her… It’s unbelievable.’

Not buying it, Olivia smiled bitterly and shook her head. ” Zac, don’t lie to me. I wish Johnny still loved me too, but it’s impossible. He killed my family for Dorothy, you know?”

Zac did not know what to say, so he just stopped talking.

“We didn’t find Uncle Wallace’s body.”

“You didn’t?”

Olivia looked at Zac in disbelief and asked again, “Are you

sure?”

“Yes, there are only some wood remains. The rest is burned away, but no human bones have been found.”

‘No way!

‘Uncle Wallace died in my arms. How can there be no one?

‘But Zac won’t lie to me. Did Dorothy take Uncle Wallace’s body away after I fainted?

‘But how is that possible?’

Just then, her phone vibrated. She took it.

Unknown: [I have Uncle Wallace’s body. If you want it back, be at the Cabin Hotel’s Room 3321 at 9 PM tonight.]

The phone number was unfamiliar.

Olivia: [Who are you?]

Unknown: [An acquaintance.]

‘An acquaintance?’

Olivia frowned and clenched the phone. It must be Dorothy!

‘I mustn’t let this woman go!’