Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Chapter 10
Catherine forced out a self-deprecating smile.

Ever since joining the company, not once had she pulled rank. She always worked with much caution and conscientiousness.

She would be the last one to leave the office every day, working overtime and treating everyone else with respect at all times. It was unexpected that things would end up like this.

After leaving the company, she walked around the area alone without a specific destination in mind.

During that time, Ethan called her a few times but she refused to answer his calls.

She headed back to Jadeite Bay after buying some snacks and ingredients from the supermarket.

As soon as she stepped foot into the house, Fudge came forward to greet her while wagging its tail in the air.

She patted the cat on its head and murmured, “Fudge, you’re the only one left that likes me now.”

“Meow,” the cat replied. It closed its eyes in satisfaction, giving the woman full permission to stroke it.

The corners of her lips twitched into a smile. “I bet you want some dried fish snacks, don’t you? I’ll get you some.”

Shaun was not home even in the afternoon. Both the woman and the cat enjoyed a simple lunch. Then, she threw herself onto the couch and began searching for work on her laptop.

10 p.m. at night, Shaun returned to a brightly-lit living room.

Over on the couch, Catherine was in the middle of feeding Fudge a small piece of chip.

“Is this the kind of trash you feed my cat when I’m not home?”

the table full of snacks. There

tiny smear of chocolate was

tiny bit. A real tiny bit.” She gestured with her thumb and index finger, showing just how little it was. “Fudge keeps pestering me to give her some, so

an adult human like you know better?” Annoyed, he swept everything on the

trash can with a grimace. Oh God, she could not fathom how a person could actually be disgusted by the

What a weirdo!

forced her to twitch her lips into a flattering smile. “You’re

yourself in the mirror and see how pretentious you

bothered. He picked

day. Are you hungry? Should I cook something for you? I make

after him in

food served in the restaurant he went to earlier for the business meeting was so spicy that he barely ate any. His stomach grumbled a little upon

man’s brief hesitation and offered right away, saying, “I’ll make

The soft orange light shining on her from the top

by the door of the master bedroom holding a

knocked on the door, but there was no

she opened the door slightly. “Shaunny, the food’s

faint outline of the man’s silhouette could be seen on the frosted

imagining how

cheeks reddened at the

should not be

turn around and leave,