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

Chapter 837

Before Olivia knew it, the man was already before her.

‘Talk to me.”

‘We have nothing to talk about. Please get out!”

John grabbed her slender wrist. “I’m not leaving until you make it clear. Why didn’t you go to the hospital today?’

Olivia struggled. Instead of answering, she turned her head and pushed Sam’s back. “Mrs. Simmons, take Sam upstairs first.’

Sam was here. She did not want to quarrel with this man for fear of frightening the child.

Therefore, it was not until Mrs. Simmons had taken Sam upstairs and closed the door behind her that she looked coldly at the man before her.

’John, are you here to condemn us? Do I have to report whether I’m going to the hospital?”

“Just to not see me?’

Seeing his aggrievance, Olivia sneered. “Yeah, I just wanted to avoid seeing you! Okay? Can you let go now?”

’Why?”

Olivia tried to shake his hand away, but he was so strong that she could not shake it off after trying a few times.

‘Why? You’re asking me why?’

Olivia said with a sneer, “I thought I made it clear enough the other day. I’ve had enough of your tricks. I wont trust you anymore. And I don’t want anything to do with you. Are these reasons good enough?”

John clutched her wrist as if the woman would disappear if he let go.

’Who did you see yesterday?’

’It’s none of your business.”

’Olivia, I told you I’d prove it to you. Why won’t you give me a chance? You don’t trust me, but you trust outsiders?”

The statement sounded so familiar that it made Olivia’s heart skip a beat.

It was a long time before she snapped back to herself and smiled bitterly.

No wonder it feels familiar. Isn’t that what I said to John the most four years ago?’

It was just a different person saying it.

Perhaps she did not change her mind to get revenge.

‘Because there’s no way you’re Mr. M! I don’t have to…”

‘Olivia, look what this is!’

John took out a ring. “Remember this ring?”

Olivia looked carefully at it, her pupils dilated. “Why do you have it?”

“I had someone collect it from Murica to prove my identity. Will you believe me now?”

Mr. M commissioned her to design the ring for his late lover. How did he get it?

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No, no way. She had already met Mr. M. How could John be Mr. M.?

She slapped his hand away. ‘John, you’re despicable! You’d even use a dead man to deceive me!”

The ring fell to the ground with a clink, and the atmosphere was so tense that even the air froze.

Suddenly, she lowered her head and bit John’s hand, forcing him to let her go, and she ran upstairs.

“F*ck off. I don’t want to see you again! John, I won’t fall for your lies again!’

With that, a loud slam of the door was heard, and John was left standing downstairs.

He looked up helplessly at the closed room door. His voice was cold and deep. “Liv, I’m not lying to you. I’ll wait downstairs until you believe me. Otherwise, I won’t leave.”

With that said, he bent over to pick up the ring from the floor. He wiped it gently with his long fingers and put it in his pocket.

Suddenly, a small figure ran down from upstairs and pushed him out.

‘Godmother doesn’t want to see you. Leave!”

Sam glared at him. “Although you saved me, you upset Godmother. I won’t forgive you!”

Then he slammed the door, shutting John out.

John looked at the closed door and felt some tightness in his chest.

It was not only the door that closed but also Olivia’s heart.

He thought it was time to tell her the truth. He did not expect it to turn out this way.

Who the h*ll fanned the flames behind this and pretended to be Mr. M?