Chapter 402

“I never touched Dorothy. Trust me, okay?” There was a hint of pleading in John’s voice as if he was the had ever loved Olivia as humbly as she loved him. Olivia pushed him away and said coldly, “John, how long more do you want to keep up this act? “You come to make up with me when you’re drunk, but when you’re sober, you climb into Dorothy’s bed and say you want me to die. “John, I don’t understand you, and I don’t want to, so let me go.” “Why don’t you trust me?” John propped himself up and stretched out his hand to gently caress her face. His deep eyes were like a black abyss, making it difficult to understand his emotions. Olivia felt a little tightness in her chest and a tearing pain in her heart. She never expected that one day the mighty John would ask her why she did not trust him. How ironic. She smacked his hand away and sneered. “John, aren’t you tired of pretending? Back then, I asked you over and over again why you didn't believe me. “But what did you do then? D