“What’s the matter?”
Dorothy glanced at Olivia and complained as she sobbed, “Liv spilled her soup on me in fit of rage. I’m afraid she might hurt herself…”
On the other end of the call, John frowned and coldly said, “Okay. I’ll be back.”
After hanging up the call, Dorothy smirked and said, “Olivia, let’s see which of us will get punished.”
She would never let John and Olivia’s love be rekindled. She would keep the secret from thirteen years ago and two years ago concealed from him.
Olivia watched Dorothy in disbelief. She burst into laughter.
Even though it was the same old trick, she knew John would be fooled again.
Dorothy was puzzled. “Olivia, how can you still laugh when you know you’re doomed? Johnny will punish you when he comes back.”
“Yes, and so what? Dorothy, I’m Mrs. Freeman, and you’re still John’s mistress after all you’ve done, aren’t you?”
Olivia smirked and stared at Dorothy. “And I’m already bored of you being a one-trick pony. Do something else next time.”
