Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 362

Chapter 362 Olivia’s heart felt like it had been stabbed and cold air was flooding the open wound, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

She just stood in place, watching as John adjusted Dorothy’s dress hem and waited for her to link her arm through his and walk towards Olivia.

Was this the clearing of air he had mentioned?

Coincidentally, Dorothy lifted her head, looked at Olivia, and leaned onto John. Then, she smiled at Olivia smugly.

Zyla glared at Dorothy and John coldly and yanked Olivia into the ballroom.

“Jerk! B*stard! He’s looking for trouble, isn’t he?”

Zyla turned abruptly to Ken and glared daggers at him. “Ken Lucas! Did you know about this? Did you do it on purpose?”

Ken was about to cry. He swore in his heart to never do John any favors again from now on!

John was not worth it!

He had tricked him. Again!

“I really didn’t know. Maybe he has his own reasoning....

Zyla scoffed coldly. “Ken Lucas, don’t you think your explanation makes you sound really guilty?”

Of course Ken knew! However, what else was he supposed to say?

“Forget it.” Olivia tugged Zyla’s hand. “I think Ken was tricked.”

Ken nodded immediately. “Yes! I was tricked! Damn it!”

Sadly, Zyla did not buy it. She tugged Olivia by the hand and walked towards the bar area. “You hungry, Sis Liv? Let’s go have some cake.”

Olivia’s chest was heavy and uncomfortable, so she grabbed a glass of alcohol and downed it immediately.

That got Zyla really worried. She said, “Sis Liv, let’s go for a walk, shall we?”

“Why should we go for a walk? We’re not done watching the drama yet, so why should we leave?”

Olivia’s nails dug deep into her palm. She suppressed her emotions and downed another glass.

Her heart was in pieces.

Why, Olivia, why?

‘For you to be sad over a jerk like that... Don’t you think that you’re just too pathetic?’ she thought.

Suddenly, she realized that hatred was the root of all of this.

If there was no hate, would that mean that there was no longer any love either?

She tugged on Zyla’s hand and smiled. “Zy, if I no longer hate him, does that mean I won’t have to suffer anymore?”

Zyla paused for a moment, hugged her, and replied gently. “Give it some time, Sis Liv. One day, even when he kneels down to beg you for forgiveness, you won’t feel anything anymore.”

Right after that, they saw Dorothy sashay her way toward them.

“Tsk, Olivia Larson, why are you even here? Johnny probably didn’t even invite you, right?”

Zyla glared coldly at Dorothy and said, “Yo, and here I was wondering who was yapping away. Hello, Mistress Dorothy! Long time no see!”

“You! You’re toying with death! How dare a person as lowly as you come to an event like this?”

Zyla’s words got sharper after she saw how furiously red Dorothy had become.

“No, wait. To call you a mistress is an insult to all mistresses. You’re not worthy of being called a mistress at all.”

“You!”

Dorothy lifted her hand and was about to slap Zyla when she grabbed her hand in midair. “You’re a snake. Sis Liv was so good to you, and this is how you repay her?”

“Let go of me!” Dorothy’s face was contorted with rage.

“Let go?” Zyla snickered. “Sure!”

Immediately, she threw a glass of red wine into Dorothy’s face.

Before she could react, Zyla grabbed another glass and threw it at her face again.

Then, a resounding slap landed on Dorothy’s face. “Dorothy Ellis, I advice you to stop bullying Sis Liv, or you’ll get it from me!”

Dorothy was panicking. She lost her composure as she shrieked, “Zyla Jones, I...!”

Suddenly, a deep voice rang out. “What’s going on here?”

Dorothy immediately retracted her contorted expression and looked carefully at John. Then, she cried, Save me, Johnny! She threw wine in my face, and she slapped me...”

As Zyla watched how protective John was over Dorothy, she pulled Olivia behind her and yelled, “You’re a b*tch, and you’re a b*stard! What a match made in heaven!”