Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Shaun devoured the pasta in one go yet he was still feeling hungry.

He walked to the bathroom only to find Catherine washing her clothes in the sink. On second thought, he decided to leave.

The man drove past a busy street and saw a restaurant specializing in pasta. He went in and ordered from the menu yet he spat out the food after one bite. “The pasta you make tastes horrible,” he shouted angrily.

“Are you here to pick a fight?” The owner of the store flew off the handle. “I’ve been running my restaurant for more than a decade and everyone here loves my pasta. You’re the first to complain.”

“That’s right. The pasta here is the best in the whole neighborhood.” One of the guests could not help saying.

“…”

Shaun did not know what to say.

What had Catherine done to his appetite?

What did it matter if this owner had been running the restaurant for more than a decade? The fact remained that the food Catherine made tasted better.

…

Seaside villa.

lingerie. She appeared surprised to see

overtime,” he instinctively blurted out upon remembering everything that had happened

sinking. “Did

“Yup.”

to argue about the incident this morning yet he forgot about

of guilt washed over him. “Sarah, sorry,

just worried that Catherine will steal you away

His eyes revealed indifference. “Who does she think

felt slightly guilty for that woman before, then the

like her did not

was determined about not getting a divorce. It

the point of falling out

“You’re right. It would be a disaster to Hudson Corporation if the companies refuse to work with her. It’s up to her to