Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 502
Olivia struggled to take out the towel from behind her. Finally, she got a hold of it and threw it aside.
She tried to put a new one behind her, but she had lost feeling in her hand, so she could not reach
around no matter how much she tried. Eventually, she gave up.
She tried very hard to keep herself awake, but she still ended up falling asleep.
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When John came back, he saw her falling asleep with her head tilted against the headrest.
He shook his head helplessly, stepped forward, and carefully put down the new towel for her. After that,
he gently let her lie t on the bed and covered her with the quilt.
Regardless of whether he could forgive everything in their past, he decided to not give up just like
that.
He had to get her to return to him for the rest of her life.
It was already the next morning when Olivia woke up.
Her fever hadpletely subsided. Although her body was still a little limp, she did not have much
problem moving around on her own.
She walked out of the room and looked around, but she did not see John.
Wasst night just a dream?
However, when she looked down at the clothes on her body, she was sure that it was not a dream.
Where was he?
At this moment, Olivia’s head was still dizzy, but her stomach was growling uncontrobly, so she could
not resist. She used the wall as support as she walked toward the kitchen.
When she got to the counter, she found a note on it.
[There’s soup in the pot. There’s also some beef stew on the stove.]
‘Porridge?’
Olivia walked over and opened the lid of the pot. There was really beef stew in it, and it was still
warm.
Just as she was reaching for it, she found a note beside it.
[Have only a little, and don’t overeat. Otherwise, your condition will worsen.]
She curled her lips, stuffed some beef into her mouth, and chewed slowly.
The taste was familiar and delicious.
There was also a note on the stovetop.
[Here are some vegetables. Remember to finish them.]
Olivia froze. Her vision gradually blurred, and her memory suddenly returned to six years ago.
In the past, whenever she was sick, she would crave beef, particrly in the form of beef stew.
However, when one was sick, especially with a high fever, they should not eat beef as it would worsen
their condition.
However, no matter how much John tried to persuade her otherwise, she refused to listen. She would
cry, make a fuss, and insist that she wanted to eat beef stew.
Eventually, John had no choice but to buy beef and bring it back to make stew for her. However, in
order to prevent her from eating too much, he would monitor her, cook her a pot of vegetables, and
force her to eat it all.
He said she could offset the negative effects of beef by doing that.
She leaned on the stovetop, bit her lip, and began to cry
‘Why?
‘John, why are you doing this?”
Now, she did not want his tenderness, his kindness, or the memories of the past. She just wanted
to be Phoebe
Why did he remind her of this again?
She suddenly lost her appetite as she looked at the food in the pot.
Just then, the phone rang. It was John.
She held the phone and looked at it for a long time. Finally, she answered it.
“You’re up. Are you feeling better? There’s food in the kitchen. Besides the beef, eat a lot of everything
else. I’ll send someone to cook for you if you don’t like the food.”
Olivia bit her lip, unable to stop the tears.
Without waiting for a response, John continued. “Don’t worry I won’te back. You can stay until you
feel better. The hotel…”
Before he could finish speaking, she hung up the phone.
Bted tenderness and care were not honey but poison.
A lethal poison.
“He was so mad when we were bidding farewell, but now…..
“John, are you tired of pretending?”
Olivia wiped away her tears indiscriminately. She could not stay here for long. Now that they had bid
farewell, there should be no more entanglements.
She found yesterday’s coat, put it on casually, and left the apartment with her things as if she was
fleeing.