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

Chapter 619
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Chapter 619

“Miss?”

Mrs. Simmons came out and grabbed her. “Miss, it’s windy out here. Come back in.”

Olivia finally regained her senses and wiped her tears. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Miss, Mr. Quinton is a good man. Much better than your previous one. I am happy that you can marry

him.”

“He is a good man indeed.”

“I can see that Mr. Quinton really loves you and he is gentle and caring. You will definitely not suffer.

You can even have children, and I can take care of them for you.”

Hearing these words, Olivia was stunned, and she laughed. “Mrs. Simmons, that is way too far off to

think. of.”

“It’s not far off. How old are you now? If you don’t have children soon, I will be too old to take care of

them.”

Olivia could not tell her about the fake marriage, and she did not want to talk about children either, so

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she said, “Mrs. Simmons, I didn’t take my shower yesterday. I’ll take one now.”

“Alright sure.”

After going upstairs, Olivia let out a sigh of relief.

Children… were a sensitive topic for her.

She lost two babies back then and had no idea if she could have another one now. Besides, she

already had Lyla. It was more than enough.

She had no intention to give birth to another child with anyone.

Just as she was unpacking her clothes, her phone rang.

“Phoebe James, are you crazy? How old are you? What’s with the sudden marriage?! If Fred didn’t let

it slip… Were you not planning to tell me?!”

Jennie was mad and could not stop blabbering. “Didn’t you tell me that you had no desire to get

married again? How many days have you been back in your country? How can you get married

already? What are you even thinking? How about our atelier? You…

Hearing her rant, Olivia could not help but chuckle. “Are you done?”

“No way! I can continue this for days!”

“Go on, then. I shall listen while I shower.”

“Get back here!”

Olivia sat down again. “Ms. Sutherland, what else do you want to say about me?”

Jennie was speechless. “I am not trying to scold you. I just can’t understand you. Am I not allowed to

ask as a friend?”

“Just ask whatever you want to know, and I will answer all of it.”

“So who is the guy that you’re getting married to? How many days have you known him?”

“He’s the man that invested in my atelier startup, and as for how long have we known each other…”

Olivia teased. “We’ve known each other for six years. How many days do you think that is?”

“What? Him?”

Jennie took a while to digest the information and then asked, “Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Why get married,and why choose him?” Jennie said coldly, “Phoebe James, don’t even think of lying

to me. Although we’ve only known each other for three years, I won’t believe you if you say that it’s

because of love.”

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Hearing this, Olivia’s expression darkened.

Everyone wanted an answer, but she felt that it was not important at all.

Even if they were to marry for love, they would still end up in a grave anyway.

“What’s the difference?”

She then bit her lips. “Jennie, if I tell you that he’s Lyla’s father, will it be easier for you to accept?”

“What?”

Jennie raised her voice and continued asking in disbelief, “Is he your ex-husband? Isn’t Lyla the child of

your ex-husband? Wait, no… I am confused…”

“Jennie, I know you care about me, but don’t worry. I thought through everything before I made a move

It’s not an impulsive move, and I won’t make the same mistakes I did back then.”

“Pheebs…”

Jennie was indeed worried about her.

After a short moment, she asked, “Xavier went to Ocean City to look for you. Do you know that?”

“Yeah, I saw him.”

“He’s pretty stubborn, and I don’t think he will give up on you easily.” As she spoke, she thought of

something else. “Right. I’ve sent the design of the ring for Mr. M to the factory. But I can’t get in touch.

with him. Can you ask him for his address?”

‘Mr. M…’

Just as Olivia was thinking, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Mr M himself.