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 Shaun coming home empty-handed. “Why are

blurted out upon remembering everything that had happened at

her heart sinking. “Did Catherine threaten you in

“Yup.”

to argue about the incident

feeling of guilt washed over

you did it for my own god.” She threw herself into his arms. “I’m just worried that Catherine will steal you

revealed indifference. “Who does she think

felt slightly guilty for that woman before, then the feeling

did not deserve

determined about not getting a divorce. It was because she did not intend to

of everything but she wouldn’t listen. What’s the point of falling out with

he patted her on the head. “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 decide if she wants to sign the