Chapter 343
The man smelled faintly of alcohol and tobacco. He seemed to have drunk too much.
Olivia’s breathing paused as she struggled. “Let go of me.”
However, instead of letting go, John held her tighter, pressed his cold lips to her ear, and said hoarsely, “No.”
“Mr. Freeman, what are you trying to do?”
“Liv, don’t go. Stay with me.”
A sharp pain in her heart left Olivia breathless.
After a while, John said again, “If you forgot, let’s get reacquainted. Hmm?”
Olivia gritted her teeth and said coldly, “Mr. Freeman, the way you’re acting right now is more like harassment than reacquaintance.
“We should keep a distance if we’re getting reacquainted. Please let go, Mr. Freeman.
John loosened his grip and leaned against the stairs. He narrowed his long eyes and looked at her.
Olivia could not understand the look in his eyes, but she started to panic.
The sight of John touching her made her shudder.
They had been deadlocked for a few minutes before he suddenly lifted his hand and loosened his tie. “Liv, make me some pasta, will you?”
Olivia did not respond, still looking blankly at him.
He reached out and patted her. “Liv?”
As if shocked by electricity, Olivia took a step back with panic in her eyes.
She dug her fingers into her flesh and tried to calm herself, but her body trembled.
When John raised his hand, she thought he was going to lose his temper again.
Now, she understood why people who had been abused were so afraid of other people’s hands.
John noticed something unusual about her and frowned. “What’s the matter? Are you not feeling well?”
“No, no.” She bit her lip, not daring to look at him. “We have leftovers. Warm them up and eat them.”
“I want pasta that you make.”
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