Chapter 427 John froze and looked at the woman with flushed cheeks in his arms in disbelief âLiv Olivia did not give him a chance to speak. She kissed him again âJohnny, donât you want to sleep with me?â
He wanted to!
Of course he wanted to sleep with Olivia!
He lost control. He wanted to respond to her passionate kiss, even though he knew Olivia was only doing this to him because she was drunk.
Olivia might soon return to the Olivia who hated him, and then, she would leave.
However, he did not mind.
John picked her up, and they kissed all the way to the bedroom. They had a passionate night.
Olivia woke up early the following day. To be precise, she did not sleep at all.
Although her body was tired, her mind was clear.
*
She remembered the despair she felt when Zyla died in her arms covered in blood, and she remembered how cold and stiff lanâs body was.
It was impossible for her to forget all of it.
The person behind all this was the man lying beside her.
That man was her legitimate husband.
â She leaned toward him and ran her fingers through the fringe on his forehead. Her gaze was gloomy.
This might be the last time she saw his face.
She felt saddened over the loss, but her hatred outweighed her love for him right now.
Suddenly, John opened his eyes, and their eyes met.
Olivia hid her emotions and made herself look gentle. âYouâre awake? Do you want to sleep some more?â
Perhaps he was pleased that she did not seem angry and had not forgotten what they did. John looked delighted and dragged her into his arms. He spoke in his hoarse voice. âThereâs still time. Do you want to for another round with me?â
go Olivia was startled, but she smiled and said, âOkay, but Iâm a little thirsty. Let me drink a glass of water first.â
âOkay.â
With that, she turned around, and her smile faded.
She bent down to take out the fruit knife she had prepared. After preparing herself, she turned around and stabbed the knife into Johnâs chest.
It happened so suddenly that John did not realize what had happened. He looked at the knife in his chest in disbelief.
It was not long before he could not bear the pain anymore and looked at her in disbelief âW-why 7â
Why?
Olivia sneered âYouâre asking me why? John, you ruined me. You ruined my life, yet youâre asking me why?
âYou might as well go to the afterworld and ask Zy why. She will tell you why!â
Noticing Olivia was about to leave, John grabbed her, his face pale Blood seeped out of his lips as he clenched his teeth and asked, âWhy donât you believe me? I didnât do it. I didnât mean to kill you...
âHeh. John, you canât even stop putting on an act now?â Olivia peered at him coldly, gritted her teeth, and roared, âYou killed Zy.
You killed my Zy! Have you forgotten that?â
After venting her anger, she scoffed. âWell, I donât expect you to remember, Mr. Freeman. You have too many peopleâs lives in your hand, so you wonât remember just one that you crushed.â
John looked at her painfully. âLiv, it wasnât me...â
He was also looking for the person who had killed Zy, kidnapped lan, and hurt Olivia.....
âJohn, didnât you do all this to please Dorothy?â
She shoved off Johnâs hand and watched him fall to the bed covered in blood. A faint smile appeared on her face, but her heart hurt.
However, she clenched her fists tight, waking herself up by digging her nails into her flesh.
This man was not worth it!
âJohn,â Olivia looked at the messy clothes on the ground and recalled their passionate night She laughed. are!â and said, âYou love Dorothy so much, yet youâre still willing to sleep with me. What a cheap man you She was smiling, but she was heartbroken deep inside.
Johnâs cold gaze expressed despair as he tried to grab Oliviaâs arm. However, he fell back on the bed. He could not stop muttering, âLiv, it wasnât me....
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