Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 8
“It’s a must to enjoy warm pancakes with high-quality butter. Then, a sip of hot chocolate to go down with it.”

Catherine continued on with the eating show.

She was savoring every bite of food in earnest. Taking her pretty face into account as well, her performance was way more entertaining and convincing than the other eating broadcast shows available.

Shaun could not take any more of this.

“Meow.” At the same time, Fudge leaped onto the dining table while wagging its tail.

Thinking the cat must be hungry, he walked over to the cupboard. He returned with a plate of cat food and placed it before Fudge.

Fudge sniffed it for a few seconds before turning its head away. It looked at Catherine with greedy eyes.

An awkward expression flashed across the man’s face.

She suppressed the desire to laugh before feeding the cat a small piece of the cinnamon roll. The little cat devoured it within seconds.

“Good kitty.”

She patted the cat on the head lovingly. ‘You have much better taste than your owner,’ she thought to herself.

Shaun felt embarrassed. After the cat ate two more bites of the cinnamon roll, it went on to enjoy the churros. This put a frown on the man’s forehead.

“You…”

Catherine seized the opportunity and shoved a piece of churros into his mouth.

A hint of anger flashed across his eyes. Just when he was about to spit it out, the crispy outside of the churros that were coated with cinnamon sugar melted on his tongue.

Instinctively, he began chewing on the dense dough. It was crispy on the outside but soft on the inside. It was delicious.

Surely, he had had churros before. The cooks from Hill household could make numerous kinds of food, but nothing tasted as good as this.

For some reason, the churros that she made brought out the creamy flavor of the milk without making it sickly.

Catherine asked, cupping her chin with both hands. She was confident in

when he noticed the smug smile

“It’s just alright.”

another piece of churros and continued eating. The small bite from earlier

“Didn’t you say

these. I don’t like wasting food,” the man

retaliate, but he interrupted with a frown, “Keep quiet during meal

“…”

she had never seen anyone

said coolly that he did not like having sweet foods for breakfast, but he was now devouring the churros, pancakes, and cinnamon rolls—the hot

sure had

everything that she made was exceptionally delicious. They were even better

his expectation that this

impression of her changed a little. Coincidentally, she turned her face toward him and their eyes met. “Shaunny,

a dinner appointment

he left to get changed in the bedroom without another

not unusual for the boss of a

was still important to maintain a good

hurried off to get changed

the house, she quickly reappeared from

heading off to work as well. If it’s too

he eventually nodded upon considering that he had enjoyed the breakfast she made today

the

or a Maybach, but when the man stopped

this your

“Yup.”

opened the door and sat down in the

and entered the car. “Shaunny,

of a multinational business, yet he was

he simply replied while

way to live,

packet of cheap tissue on the