Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 58

“Where to?” Shaun’s gaze was filled with annoyance. “Are you going out drinking or to the Jones family? Or are you going on a date with your senior? Don’t forget you still have to walk Fudge to facilitate her digestion.”


Catherine lost the courage to speak the truth.

“I’m going shopping with Freya. The weather is turning chilly and I need new clothes.”

He sized her up and down before commenting, “Hmm, you do need some warmer clothes. Stop wearing so few clothes in front of me all day.”


She was speechless.

Well, she would not be wearing thin loungewear when it was almost winter if not to seduce him. Besides, he was the one benefiting from this anyway.

“Alright, I need some new clothes too, so get me a few as well. Just use the card I gave you last time,” he said lazily.

She was at a loss for words. In actuality, she was planning to enjoy supper with Freya.

Ever since getting married to him, she had not eaten delicious barbeque. Moreover, it was now the season for fresh seafood.

“You can buy your own clothes. I’m not your real wife.” The reluctance was audible in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow as an enigmatic smile spread across his face. “What? Is there a hidden innuendo behind this?”


Catherine surrendered. She had said that with an innocent intention.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go have a look. What size are you?”

“You don’t even know what size I wear yet still dream of getting closer to me?” A look of displeasure washed over his face. She had the cheek to say she loved him with this half-hearted attitude?

“I’m sorry that I’ve not done enough.” Her face was overtaken by disappointment.

He snorted with disdain before telling her.

“What kind of price range are you looking for?”

“Anything.” Shaun was not sure either. After all, he always had world-class designers tailor-make his clothes in the past.

Ten minutes later, Freya arrived downstairs in her car.

Catherine got into the car, looking like she was in despair. “Let’s go to the mall. Shaun wants me to buy him clothes.”

“But what about the seafood feast? I haven’t even had dinner yet.” Confusion was written all over Freya’s face.

Catherine had no choice but to tell her the truth. Freya looked back at her with disdain. “Where has your dignity gone? What about that domineering attitude you used to have?”

“You don’t understand. He always uses how I made Fudge sick against me,” she replied helplessly. “Besides, he saved my life twice and I want to repay the debt.”

“No one else controls their housekeeper this strictly,” Freya ridiculed.

“Alright, stop it. I know I’m his housekeeper.” Catherine, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked despondent.

“Oh no, when do you think I can stand in front of that mean couple as his aunty? Their engagement ceremony is approaching.”

Freya cocked her head to consider this.

“Perhaps to Shaun, you’re still a housekeeper that cooks well. You have to change his opinion, and the best way of doing so is to make things irreversible.”


Catherine remained silent.

“Become his real wife.” Freya threw her a coquettish glance. “You know what I mean.”

Catherine was taken aback. Her face started to burn as she imagined the scene.

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