Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!
Chapter 98
Chapter 98
Ahhhhhhhh were the heavens playing a trick on her?
Ethan’s uncle liked her, but she had married the wrong person!
She was riddled with scars. How would she be in the mood to move on to another relationship?
“I… I’m sorry, Mr. Lyons. I… I only think of you as a friend.”
“I’m glad that you do.” Ethan was a little disheartened, but he continued to smile. “It’s okay. I didn’t confess to you because I wanted you to accept me. I just want you to understand my feelings so I can pursue you.”
Catherine felt her head throb. “But I have no intention of dating now. I want to focus on my work.”
“I can wait for you. Alright, let’s sit down and order first.” Wesley gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her.
Catherine was helpless and could only lower her head and order her meal.
…
At the intersection outside the window of the restaurant, a Ferrari was waiting for the red light.
Hill, whose dark eyes suddenly hardened when he took a
that western restaurant by the
Shaun’s gaze and looked over. He instantly understood why the temperature in the
it,” Shaun’s eyes were cold as ice as he
ordered and
the two appeared at the door of the
seeing two young and handsome men coming together to eat at the restaurant… Could they be in… that kind
said politely, “Would you like the couple
on his
His pure and
Shaun expressionlessly walked straight toward
the clearer he could see that the person she was eating with was another
Shaun before. Damn it. She
was shocked. “Woah, isn’t that Wesley Lyons from Golden Corporation? They wanted to ask you to take
familiar.” The coldness on Shaun’s
divorce. She
About Let Me Go, Mr. Hill! - Chapter 98
Let Me Go, Mr. Hill! is the best current series of the author Shallow South . With the below Chapter 98 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 98 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com