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.

when he noticed the smug smile on

“It’s just alright.”

another piece of churros and continued eating. The small bite from earlier was not enough for him to taste

playfully. “Didn’t you say it’s just

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

parted her lips to retaliate, but he interrupted with

“…”

as she had never seen anyone

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

had

have a little taste of the food, but everything that she made was exceptionally

that

changed a little. Coincidentally, she turned her face toward him and their eyes met. “Shaunny, what do you want to

have a

to get changed

was not unusual for the

still important to

hurried off to get changed into work

she quickly reappeared from her room

can you give me a lift? I’m heading off to work as well. If it’s too much trouble, you

pursed his lips while thinking of refusing. However, he eventually nodded upon considering that he

them took the elevator to the

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

Is this

“Yup.”

sat

followed suit and entered the car. “Shaunny, why did you choose

yet he was driving a car that was worth only a little

fuel-efficient,” he simply

way

turned her head aside to find a packet of cheap tissue on the dashboard. Its packaging read ‘### Gas Station—cheapest