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

Chapter 373 In the kitchen, Olivia was cooking spaghetti, but she was absent-minded and worried.

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

As she pondered, the doorbell rang.

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 happened last night. Is Zyla here?”

“Yes.”

Ken wanted to come in, but Olivia stopped him at the door. “Zyla is not in a good state, and it’s not appropriate for you to visit her now.”

“I...” Ken hung his head. “I’ve come to apologize for what happened last 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 explain, but he feared Olivia might misunderstand him, so he gave up.

“Anything else?”

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

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, Zyla 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 Zyla must have misunderstood and tried hard to explain. 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 talk later.”

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

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

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

“Sis Liv.”

Zyla 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 Zyla 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?”

Zyla nodded obediently and began to eat.

After lunch, Olivia put Zyla to bed and comforted her for half an hour. Zyla gradually dozed off after that.

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

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

Just as she covered Zyla with the blanket, Zyla’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 Zyla’s exposed wounds. Then, she covered the blanket over her. Olivia could only wait for Zyla 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 Zyla.

A clear photo of Zyla 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...