Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Chapter 8
“It’s a must to enjoy warm pancakes with high-quality butter. Then, a sip of hot chocolate to go down with it.”

Catherine continued on with the eating show.

She was savoring every bite of food in earnest. Taking her pretty face into account as well, her performance was way more entertaining and convincing than the other eating broadcast shows available.

Shaun could not take any more of this.

“Meow.” At the same time, Fudge leaped onto the dining table while wagging its tail.

Thinking the cat must be hungry, he walked over to the cupboard. He returned with a plate of cat food and placed it before Fudge.

Fudge sniffed it for a few seconds before turning its head away. It looked at Catherine with greedy eyes.

An awkward expression flashed across the man’s face.

She suppressed the desire to laugh before feeding the cat a small piece of the cinnamon roll. The little cat devoured it within seconds.

“Good kitty.”

She patted the cat on the head lovingly. ‘You have much better taste than your owner,’ she thought to herself.

Shaun felt embarrassed. After the cat ate two more bites of the cinnamon roll, it went on to enjoy the churros. This put a frown on the man’s forehead.

“You…”

Catherine seized the opportunity and shoved a piece of churros into his mouth.

A hint of anger flashed across his eyes. Just when he was about to spit it out, the crispy outside of the churros that were coated with cinnamon sugar melted on his tongue.

Instinctively, he began chewing on the dense dough. It was crispy on the outside but soft on the inside. It was delicious.

Surely, he had had churros before. The cooks from Hill household could make numerous kinds of food, but nothing tasted as good as this.

For some reason, the churros that she made brought out the creamy flavor of the milk without making it sickly.

“Is it nice?” Catherine asked, cupping her chin with both hands. She was confident in her cooking.

his eyes when he

“It’s just alright.”

and continued eating. The small bite from earlier was not enough for him

playfully. “Didn’t you

these. I don’t like wasting food,” the

lips to retaliate, but he interrupted with a

“…”

she had

that he did not like having sweet foods for breakfast, but he was now devouring the churros, pancakes, and cinnamon rolls—the

sure had

but everything that she made was exceptionally delicious. They were even better than the ones he tried

his expectation that this woman could make such a scrumptious

him and their eyes met. “Shaunny, what do you want to eat for dinner? I’ll make it for you,”

have a

he left to get changed in

not annoy her. It was not unusual for the boss of a multinational

to

hurried off

was about to leave the house, she quickly reappeared from her room with

lift? I’m heading off to work as well. If it’s

of refusing. However, he eventually nodded upon considering that he had enjoyed the breakfast she made today

of them took the elevator

a Bentley or a Maybach, but when the man stopped by the side

Is this

“Yup.”

door and sat down in

the car. “Shaunny, why did you choose this

a multinational business, yet he was driving a car that was worth only

cheap and fuel-efficient,” he simply replied while igniting

know the best way to

head aside to find a packet of cheap tissue