Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 1067

“I don’t care. Since you’ve thrown my pickles away, you have to cook for me. I’m hungry.”

Rodney glanced at Freya’s stomach. Initially, he did not want to cook for her, but he was worried that Freya would bring the little tadpole in her out to eat unhygienic food. In the end, he surrendered to his fate and decided to cook for her.

Nevertheless, when he opened her refrigerator, he did not find any ingredients except for pasta.

He let out a sigh. “Freya Lynch, you’re a woman. Can’t you behave more like a housewife? You don’t even have eggs at home. No man would want to live with you.”

“I eat in the office every day. I’ve been working like a dog for you, yet you still expect me to come back and cook after I finish working overtime? Do I have so much spare time?”

Freya criticized him in a self-righteous way, “Don’t look at me like that. Sarah isn’t any better than me. She even hired a housekeeper, didn’t she?”

“You’re bullsh*tting. She cooks on her own sometimes.”

“Hah! Do you mean once a week? I can do that too.”

when that point was brought up.

pasta. When he was cooking, Freya reminded him,

craved spicy food, she might be pregnant with a girl. On the other hand, craving

baby in her

to have a baby boy to carry on the family lineage. In fact, it was nice to have a girl too. If the child could be as pretty

a doll. However, if she got Freya’s

Hold on. Stop.

What was he thinking?

about how the baby would look after they were born? What about Sarah,

1:00 P.M.

cooked two plates of butter pasta

glancing at the pasta, Freya walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet above. She was about to

from behind. Rodney pulled her hand away and closed the cabinet. “Now that you’re

furiously. Her eyes happened to settle on

was undeniably better than those young hunks in the

“I f you want something spicy,

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