Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Chapter 77
It had been one hour since Shaun returned home from work yet there were still no signs of Catherine. She did not even care about Fudge anymore. It appeared she was really pushing the limit.

“Come on, Fudge. Come shopping for fruits with me.”

He carried the cat into his arms.

Fudge meowed a couple of times to object. The pregnant cat refused to go out, but he brought her along anyway.

There were several stores located by the main entrance of the neighborhood. Shaun walked into a fruit store absent-mindedly. He looked and inspected the fruits for some time but was unsure of what to buy.

Why was Catherine not home yet?

The lady boss of the fruit store standing by the door was secretly admiring the exceptionally handsome young man.

What was going on here? He had been circling the store more times than she could count but had not bought anything. She also noticed he kept throwing glances toward the door. Could it be possible that he was interested in her but was shy to ask her out?

A look of embarrassment washed over her face. Finally, she mustered the courage to approach him.

Unexpectedly, a shadow veiled over the man’s face as he took big strides toward the door.

She froze in her actions and shifted her gaze in the same direction. It was only then that she discovered the Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside. A beautiful young lady stepped out of the car.

turned out that this man was trying to

despite being blessed with

…

other side

around, she noticed Shaun

illuminated the sullen expression on

“…”

a loss

normally only came home around

red-handed every time another man

romantically interested in her, she might suspect

knew almost by instinct that the

not feeling too well

out his anger

with that man. Well? You were given

of the ladder. The thing is, do they know you’re the kind of lowly woman who could do anything just to

just left the hospital after receiving an infusion. Her head had begun to feel better but her temples started hurting

This was mentally exhausting.