Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 133
Annoyed, Catherine argued, “I know this is your villa, thus you own all the beds. But since I’ve agreed to move in, you should allow me some personal space too. It’s really rude of you to barge into my bedroom without even knocking.”

Shaun looked at her up and down as his lips twitched into a mocking smile. “You’re sleeping in my bed in my bedroom yet you have the cheek to complain that I’m not giving you personal space? You’ve only been away for a short while but your self-confidence has certainly taken a boost.”

She was startled upon hearing this and finally came to the realization. “Hang on, you’re saying this is your bedroom?”

“Drop it with the pretense.” He inched forward with his tall figure, and she instinctively fell backward onto the bed. He placed both palms on either side of her ears.

A smile spread across his face as he looked at her. “You sure have some grand plans. Us living in the same house doesn’t satisfy you enough? So you want to share the same bed too, huh?”

She was stunned into silence. Did she sleep in his bedroom for the whole afternoon since arriving?

Could someone just kill her already?

“No, I had no clue. Aunty Linda led me here.”

“Well, well, well, and now you’re blaming Aunty Linda.” Shaun held Catherine by the chin before shifting his gaze downward. “Aren’t you a scheming girl? Although your loungewear isn’t sexy enough, it was a nice surprise to see this refreshing look. Your seduction tactics are pretty innovative this time around.”

“…”

She was speechless.

not her intention at all. She was simply wearing the loungewear she had bought from the streets for a cheap

“I…”

you really want to be with me, but look at the time. The night isn’t even dark yet.” He grabbed her by the wrists as he slowly inched

her skin. “I swear to God that I only came in here because Aunty

slowly pulling something out from his pocket. “Tell me you

of ripe tomatoes as she glared at that little box. Good gracious, Freya had given it to her before she left. How did he

really had no chance

an honest woman. It’s fine to pretend once in a while but being overly pretentious is surely a turn-off.” His eyes darkened

with all her force. “You’re right, it’s my bad that I wasn’t thoughtful enough. Let’s head downstairs for dinner first. I’ve already planned

grumbled upon thinking about the food that she

rose to his feet and threw the box at her. The corners of his lips twitched

the box blankly. When she finally understood his meaning, the embarrassment that washed over her made her want to just disappear

…

darted right into the