Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 373


    In the kitchen, Olivia was cooking spaghetti, but she was absent-minded and worried.


    She was worried about Z and what Dorothy might do next.


    As she pondered, the doorbell rang.


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    Olivia turned down the fire. She looked through the peephole before she opened the door.


    “Ken, where have you been? I tried calling you in the morning but couldn’t get to you.”


    Ken was still in the suit he wore the day before. His expression was gloomy, and his voice was hoarse.


    “I…. Something happenedst night. Is Z here?”


    “Yes.”


    Ken wanted toe in, but Olivia stopped him at the door. “Z is not in a good state, and it’s not


    appropriate for you to visit her now.”


    “I…” Ken hung his head. “I’vee to apologize for what happenedst night…”


    “Dorothy did that, not you.”


    Startled, Ken’s gaze turned cold as he asked, “What did you say? Dorothy?”


    Olivia beckoned him to lower his voice, and she frowned. “Zy is now in a terrible state. Don’t mention


    this. Just act as if nothing ever happened.”


    “That’s…” Ken wanted to exin, but he feared Olivia might misunderstand him, so he gave up.


    “Anything else?”


    “Don’t let Z look at her phone. I’ll deal with the stuff on the inte.”


    Olivia was in a puzzle. “What happened online? Does it have something to do with Zy?”


    “Hmm.” Ken nodded, but he shook his head after that. “No… No! Those pictures are fake. You tell her it


    has nothing to do with me…”


    Before he could finish, Z walked out in her night robe. She took the tissue box beside her and


    smashed


    it on Ken.


    “Get out! I don’t want to see you!”


    Ken knew Z must have misunderstood and tried hard to exin. However, she had already stepped


    out of the kitchen holding a knife.


    “Ken, I’ll kill you if you don’t get lost!”


    Olivia was shocked and quickly pushed Ken out.


    “Go, now! We’ll talkter.”


    After closing the door, Olivia advised Z gently. “Zy, he’s left. Don’t be afraid. Please put down the


    knife?”


    Z snapped out of her fear and threw away the knife in her hand in a daze.


    Olivia hugged her andforted her gently. “Don’t be afraid, Zy. Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”


    “Sis Liv.”


    Z cried and hugged her. Her heart seemed to be torn apart, and the pain was unbearable.


    Only then did she know what being heartbroken felt like.


    However, about Ken… She was already dirty and did not deserve to be with him.


    Olivia helped Z get to the dining table. Then, she picked up the knife and walked into the kitchen to


    get the spaghetti.


    “The spaghetti noodles may be a little overcooked. Please tolerate it. I’ll cook you a delicious dinner


    later in the evening, okay?”


    Z nodded obediently and began to eat.


    After lunch, Olivia put Z to bed andforted her for half an hour. Z gradually dozed off after


    that.


    Olivia could not bear to see Z’s swollen eyes.


    Then, she tucked her in and prepared to go out.


    Just as she covered Z with the nket, Z’s legs stuck out. Olivia tried to cover them up, but as


    she did, she saw blood stains and brush marks on the pair of fair legs.


    Sadness surged through her, and tears welled up in her eyes.


    She took the medicine box and sanitized Z’s exposed wounds. Then, she covered the nket over


    her. Olivia could only wait for Z to wake up to deal with the rest of the wounds, afraid she would


    disturb her sleep.


    Then, she closed the door quietly and went back to the living room.


    She took the phone and saw the news about Z.


    A clear photo of Z was on it, with a video attached to the news.


    In the video, she was following three men into a room with a smile on her face.


    The title was even worse than she could imagine…