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

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Chapter 749

He pressed Olivia so hard that she could not breathe and could only look blankly at him.

Hearing a familiar engine sound, she suddenly snapped back to herself. She pushed John away and swore, “You

pervert. You're shameless!"

Seeing that she tried to run away, John yanked her back and looked at her with a half-smile. ’How am I shameless?

Hmm?"

He knew Zac's car was back and that Zac might see them, but this ignited his desire to conquer her.

It was only when he saw her flustered that he felt some sense of existence.

Olivia's face went cold as she bit him hard on the hand. "Remember who you are. You're Mr. Freeman, and I'm Mrs.

Quinton!"

With that said, she glared at him, slammed the door shut, and walked straight toward Zac.

As Wilbur lifted Zac out of the car, she trotted over and wheeled his wheelchair. She looked down and whispered,

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"How was your day at Quinton Group? Did anyone bully you? Did you eat?"

Dumbfounded by her questions, Zac smiled. "Liv, I'm not that fragile. Don't worry."

With that said, he caught a glimpse of the Maybach out of the corner of his eye. "Where have you been today?"

For some reason, Olivia felt guilty. Her hands broke into a cold sweat as she held the wheelchair.

Without hearing her voice, Zac turned around to glance at her. "Liv?"

Olivia caught her breath and gathered her thoughts. “Oh, today is my mother's birthday. I went to the cemetery."

"Did you see Ian?'

"Yeah, I did. And we had a barbecue together."

"I smelled it."

"Huh?"

Olivia's eyes widened. "Is it strong?’

Zac chuckled. "A little."

As they passed the Maybach, John rolled down the car window and nodded to Zac. "Goodbye."

"Okay."

As he left, John glanced up at Olivia again with a slight smile before rolling up the car window.

"He../

Worried that Zac might overthink, Olivia wanted to explain. However, she thought explaining was giving excuses.

She did not want to worry her, so she stopped talking.

Zac saw through her and patted her hand. "I asked John to stop you. Otherwise, you would have come to Quinton

Group."

"Did you send him?"

"Yeah, he's free today anyway. Ian would overthink if he accompanied you to pay respect to your mother. Wouldn't

that be great?"

Olivia was confused. She frowned. "Zac, you... you're not trying to make me get back with him, are you?"

Zac glanced at her before laughing out loud. “It's your choice to get back together. Who am I to influence your

choice?"

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As soon as they entered the room, Wilbur suddenly ran in. "Mr. Quinton, wait a minute. I forgot to change your

wheelchair."

Then he pointed to the mud marks on the ground and said, "The wheelchair caught some mud from the cemetery.

I'll get you another wheelchair, or there will be mud marks all over the house."

Zac frowned and waved impatiently, thinking he was meddlesome.

Olivia understood immediately. "Zac, did you just pay your respects to my mother?"

"Yeah, you've made me go in your place these four years. It has become a habit."

"Thank you."

Olivia took his hand. "I almost forgot Mom's birthday today."

Wilbur happened to hear this when he came in. He said quickly, "Sir visited her every holiday. Sir even sent that

female prisoner four years ago flowers regularly. He has always been thoughtful and gentle."

"Wilbur! You have a lot to say today!'

However, Wilbur had no plans to stop. He put down his wheelchair and said, "Sir, I don't want Madam not to know

what you've done for her. Just like four years ago..."

Zac's eyes darkened as he glared at Wilbur. "Shut up! Get out!"

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