Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Chapter 10
Catherine forced out a self-deprecating smile.

Ever since joining the company, not once had she pulled rank. She always worked with much caution and conscientiousness.

She would be the last one to leave the office every day, working overtime and treating everyone else with respect at all times. It was unexpected that things would end up like this.

After leaving the company, she walked around the area alone without a specific destination in mind.

During that time, Ethan called her a few times but she refused to answer his calls.

She headed back to Jadeite Bay after buying some snacks and ingredients from the supermarket.

As soon as she stepped foot into the house, Fudge came forward to greet her while wagging its tail in the air.

She patted the cat on its head and murmured, “Fudge, you’re the only one left that likes me now.”

“Meow,” the cat replied. It closed its eyes in satisfaction, giving the woman full permission to stroke it.

The corners of her lips twitched into a smile. “I bet you want some dried fish snacks, don’t you? I’ll get you some.”

Shaun was not home even in the afternoon. Both the woman and the cat enjoyed a simple lunch. Then, she threw herself onto the couch and began searching for work on her laptop.

10 p.m. at night, Shaun returned to a brightly-lit living room.

Over on the couch, Catherine was in the middle of feeding Fudge a small piece of chip.

“Is this the kind of trash you feed my cat when I’m not home?”

the table full of snacks.

chocolate was

She gestured with her thumb and index finger, showing just how little it was. “Fudge keeps

an adult human like you know better?” Annoyed, he swept everything on the table

grimace. Oh God, she could not fathom how

What a weirdo!

to twitch her lips into a flattering smile. “You’re right, Shaunny. These are trash. I’ll

yourself in the mirror and see how pretentious you

be bothered. He picked the cat up and retreated to his

a long day. Are you hungry? Should I cook

after him

his tracks. The food served in the restaurant he went to earlier for the business meeting

hesitation and offered right away, saying, “I’ll make some pasta right now. Go on and

glance. The soft orange light shining on her from the top made

the door of the master

the door, but there was

choice, she opened

in the room. A faint outline of the man’s

could not help imagining how the man

her cheeks reddened at

she should not be thinking

to turn around and leave, the frosted glass door