Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 464

Chapter 464 Cruel?

Olivia could not help but scoff in her heart when she heard that term.

The feeling of her being moved and being anxious for John disappeared immediately.

If they were talking about cruelty, who else could be crueler than John himself?

What a joke!

Olivia tried suppressing her hatred, turned to look at John, and snarked coldly, “Mr. Freeman, thank you for saving me, but since the nurse said that you’ll be okay, I don’t think I can be labeled as cruel.”

John paused for a while, his lips tightly pressed together as he froze awkwardly. He released her eventually and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

Olivia was stunned.

She expected John to be angry about it, and she expected him to retort, but she did not expect him to apologize.

For reasons unknown to her, she felt a little uneasy hearing John apologize to her.

If he had half the patience he had for her today in the past, they would not have come to where they were now at this moment.

Alas, he had been the cruelest to her.

She did not know what to reply to him with, so she left hastily after she threw him a glance.

There was a mess of emotions in her heart at that moment.

Hatred, fear, and doubt swirled around and filled her, making running away the only escape and way out for her.

However, she was stopped in her tracks halfway out.

“Ms. James.”

Olivia lifted her head in a scurry to find Wes standing in front of her.

What did he want?

Olivia frowned slightly. “What is it?”

Wes scanned her from top to toe and replied in a low voice, “Ms. James, I’m Mr. Freeman’s assistant, and there’s a favor I’d like to ask from you.”

“What is it?”

“You should know by now that you really look like our Madam.” Wes paused, and a hint of probing crept into his eyes. “So, I’d like you to pretend to be our Madam, so our Sir’s long, heartfelt desires will come true.”

Olivia knew what Wes was trying to say, and her face darkened. “Sorry, I refuse.”

She thought things would be over with her refusal, but Wes added, “Ms. James, I guess you’re sick of being someone else’s replacement, right? If you were to pretend just this once, it will all be over, and Sir will no longer follow you around anymore.”

Replacement?

Olivia’s heart ached painfully, suddenly.

It was at that movement that it suddenly hit her. Phoebe James was Olivia Larson’s replacement, was she not?

John had no idea that she was Olivia, but he had jumped out to protect her time and time again. She had already become the replacement, had she not?

However, she brushed herself off the very next second.

It was impossible that John would want to protect Olivia.

He most certainly would not. He could not wait to kill her off!

“Hah, I’m not a replacement for whosoever, and I’m not getting involved in this disgusting game of yours.”

After saying that, Olivia walked past Wes and got into her car.

It was only then she had allowed herself to exhale in languish as she slumped into her seat.

After what seemed like forever, Olivia laughed bitterly.

She did not expect to still be clueless about how John thought after so many years.

It had been twenty-one years since they first met.

How many twenty-one-year-long periods could one have in their life?

Sadly, it had been twenty-one years, and she still did not understand John.

She was a failure.

Just like that, Olivia got home in a daze.

The moment she entered her house, she was greeted by a pretty pair of narrow eyes.

“You’re finally back, Pheebs! I called you several times, but you didn’t pick up. I’ve been worried to death!”

Olivia was so surprised she took a step back.

The man in the house took her bag from her enthusiastically and placed her indoor slippers before her. “Don’t worry, Lyla’s already asleep, and your brother’s cooking in the kitchen. I’m a good man and not a burglar. Why are you so afraid?”

Initially, Olivia was so speechless she did not know how to continue the conversation, but in the end, she was tickled by his last sentence.

Him? A good man?

“No good man in the world would claim to be a good man themselves.”

Xavier chuckled and pointed at himself, his eyebrows cocked up. “I would.”

This man...

Olivia shook her head, speechless. “Mr. Hemsworth, usually, the people that claim that they’re good are bad.”

Xavier did not mind. “Pheebs, if you think I’m a bad man, I don’t mind it too.”

Then, he added with raised eyebrows, “People always say nice guys finish last, right?”