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.

out of his eyes when

“It’s just alright.”

The small bite from earlier was not

you say it’s just

you can’t finish all these. I don’t like wasting food,” the

lips to retaliate, but he interrupted with

“…”

gasped in astonishment as she had

for breakfast, but he was now devouring the churros, pancakes, and cinnamon rolls—the hot

had the

a little taste of the food, but everything that she made was exceptionally delicious. They

his expectation that this woman could

toward him and their eyes met.

have a

to get changed

her. It was not unusual for the boss of a

was still important to maintain a good relationship

and hurried

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

well. If it’s too much trouble, you can just drop me off at the

refusing. However, he eventually nodded upon considering that he had enjoyed

them took the elevator to the

getting into a Bentley or a Maybach, but when the man stopped by

this your

“Yup.”

and sat down in the driver’s

entered the car. “Shaunny,

to be the heir of a multinational business, yet he was driving a

cheap and fuel-efficient,” he simply replied

do know the best way to live, my

tissue on the dashboard. Its packaging read ‘### Gas Station—cheapest