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

Chapter 516
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Chapter 516

After that night, Olivia waited for a week, but Ken was nowhere to be found.

She texted him, but he only mentioned that he was in the middle of something right now and would

update her later on.

It was probably because she had been anxious for quite some time that after learning that he would not

come around for the time being, her worrying heart finally felt relieved.

‘It’s probably not anything too important.’

For now, apart from Xavier sending her flowers occasionally, everything went on as usual.

As for her job, Mr. M had been chatting with her all this while, and she had gained a lot of inspiration to

complete her draft design.

However, she planned to do more detailing before sending the draft over in order to impress him.

Fortunately, despite him talking to her every day, he never rushed her for the designs. Instead, he told

her to take her time and take it slow.

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This was her first time meeting such a customer. Actually, she had asked for Mr. M’s real name before.

However, he just said, “Just call me M. A name is just a title, so it’s not important.”

This did sound logical.

Just as she was thinking about this, a message from Mr. M came in.

[Ms. James, do you think she will forgive me?]

Olivia thought for a moment and answered. [Mr.M, what did you do to her, actually?]

These days, the two of them mostly talked about his feelings toward his wife, but they did not talk about

the reason for their parting.

The other party did not reply to her after a long time.

This made her feel like she asked an inappropriate question, so she immediately apologized.

[My apologies. I suppose that question was inappropriate.]

[No, it’s not your fault. I just don’t know how to begin.]

Mr. M then continued. [What I’m doing now is just for me to feel slightly better when I meet her in my

afterlife.]

Seeing these words, Olivia had no idea how to reply to him.

After all, she did not know the truth, so she could not judge who should be at fault. However, she could

feel the guilt that Mr. M bore for his late wife, so she naturally hoped that the one who was still alive

could be happy.

[Mr. M, the dead cannot feel the guilt of those who are alive. In fact, when you’re gone, whatever

mistakes you’ve made will die with you.]

To her, even if a person she loved once treated her badly, she would not continue pursuing a mistake

after their death.

Just like how she would not scold John if she met him in their afterlife, but she would not hope to see

him again in her next life.

She obviously did not send the second part of her train of thought to Mr. M.

After a while, he finally replied.

[You’re right, Ms. James. But since I am the one alive and I am the sinner, I shall do whatever I can for

redemption.]

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Olivia shook her head helplessly.

‘I suppose that’s his right.’

She took a glance at the time and closed her laptop to end the working day as Jennie walked over.

“Pheebs, how’s the progress with Mr. M’s project?”

“It’s okay. The draft is over there. Take a look.”

Jennie walked over, stole a glance, and smiled. “As expected of you. I can already picture the story

behind the product by just looking at the draft design.”

Olivia chuckled. “You’re exaggerating.”

“So, who is Mr. M?”

“Someone whose lover has passed away…” Olivia pursed her lips. “An old man?”

Jennie was taken aback. “Old man? He told you that?”

“Nope, I assumed. He’s been talking about when he was young and the afterlife… I suppose he’s in his

seventies or eighties. If not, why would he sound so old-fashioned?”

“This old man is modern, no?” Jennie did not believe her completely. “I thought that elders wouldn’t

know how to use the internet.”

Olivia held her arm. “Who knows? We won’t understand the world of the rich anyways. Let’s go have

dinner at my place. Fred has made pork chop.”

“Sure. My favorite!”