Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

 “You don’t have any autonomy?”

Jessica’s lips twitched. “You certainly had full autonomy when you were in bed last night. You acted as you wished. No matter how you humiliated me, I never talked back. Forrest, I’ve never swallowed my pride like that. If I weren’t in love with you, I wouldn’t endure your humiliation toward me.”

Forrest was stunned. Then, he pulled a long face. “So should I thank you for loving me? Bear in mind that if you hadn’t forced me, I wouldn’t be treating you like this.”

Jessica fell quiet for a while before she said, “Whatever. Anyway, you’re now my husband. Since you claim that I don’t respect and care about your feelings enough, I’ll admit that it was my fault back then and that I’ll change my ways from now on. I’ll perform the duties of a wife, such as making breakfast for you.”

With that, she picked up the spatula from the floor. After cleaning it, she went forward to turn on the stove. Just as she was about to flip the sausages, Forrest suddenly clutched her hand.

“Do you have any general knowledge? When a wet spatula comes into contact with hot oil, it’ll splatter even more. Are you trying to ruin your face?”

Forrest then snatched the spatula from her hand in a huff.

Jessica was stunned. When she came to her senses, her pretty, dark eyes beamed a little. “Are you concerned about me?”

“Who’s concerned about you? I feel helpless enough to be forced to marry you. I don’t want to face an ugly woman whose face is ruined because of oil splatter.” Forrest pushed her away angrily. “Move away, and get out of my sight.”

“Okay.” Jessica was not angry either. Instead, she blinked her eyes. “I’m going to make a cup of milk.”

can’t warm a cup of milk with hot water.”

that before.”

“…”

made Forrest feel like

in the first flush of love back then, she had no general knowledge as well. He had told her many times that

Forrest brought the breakfast to the table, where there were two white porcelain cups of milk. He had never seen those porcelain cups before, so

phone on the balcony. “I know… Put the report on my table. I’ll go to the office and take a look at it

woman’s cold, emotionless voice rang from the

attitude toward him was totally different from when she dealt with

dish with sausages, baked beans, and omelets. It had been a while since she had such a simple breakfast,

the baked beans taste really good,” she said with

maintained his cold expression, feeling extremely

woman and the marriage to

it. How did he end up cooking for the woman on the first day

be out