Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill
Chapter 176

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 176

"I want to know where you went last night," Shaun repeated himself in a low voice. "Catherine, how dare you? I was only away for one night and you had already spent the night elsewhere."

Looking at the flurry of emotions that moved across the man's handsome face like a storm, Catherine shrunk back out of instinct. "Are you making assumptions about me again?"

His body tensed up before he replied impatiently, "If it hadn't been for the previous misunderstanding, do you think you can still lay here in bed in one piece?"

She lowered her head. "I went out shopping with Freya last night. After that, we had supper and went for karaoke. As we were exhausted, we fell asleep there and only went home after we woke up." "Are you sure you're not lying?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"I didn't do anything wrong." She pouted to look more pitiable. "I'm just really stressed out lately. Look, I'm only 22 years old but ever since marrying you, I've not been out for karaoke or even supper. I come home right after work at the same time every evening to prepare your dinner. My life is like that of a middle-aged woman."

A look of displeasure washed over his face. "Are you complaining that your life is boring?"

"No, not at all," she replied instantly, "But it's important to have leisure time. Why don't you try asking Chase?"

"Why should I? Do you think he knows you well?" He threw her a cold glance.

"It's not like that. I just have the impression that he's the partying type." She shook her head aggressively like a drowning chick trying to get above water. "But you're husband material. Look at your style of living. You're the absolute model of a perfect man."

"Is that really what you think?" He bent forward slowly. His charming face came closer toward her eyes.

She could feel her heart pounding under his intense stare. Nodding, she answered affirmatively, "I've never said anything truer than this."

"Remember, this shouldn't happen again." A helpless expression spread across his face as he pinched her cheeks. He had loosened his limits again and again for this woman.

She grimaced in pain. "Why have you come home anyway? Aren't you supposed to return tomorrow?"

He snorted and pursed his thin lips.

Countless thoughts flashed across the woman's mind as she looked at him. "Were you worried about me?" she blurted out of the blue.

"Dream on. I came home because work was completed earlier than expected," he denied it with his face turned away.

Catherine would have believed that in the past but she had come to realize that this man had the habit of saying the opposite of his thoughts.

A surge of courage washed through her without warning. "I don't believe you."

"Catherine Jones," Shaun shouted, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Don't yell at me. I'm not deaf." She summoned her courage and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes twinkled with brilliance like the clear moon.

He held his breath unknowingly. There was an impulse to lock his lips with hers.

It had come to his realization that he loved kissing her. However, what came out of her lips next dismissed that idea of his completely.

"Did you help me with the sketches?"

She lowered her gaze and drew circles on his chest with her finger. Simultaneously, she felt his body tense up.

Her lips quivered slightly. She already knew the answer.

This man was way more delicate than he looked.

"Are you going to imagine next that I like you?" He snorted despite being exposed. "Yup," she admitted.

"Dream-"

Before he could finish his sentence, however, she lifted her head to kiss his thin lips. Nothing nice ever came out of this mean mouth of his.

His eyes widened in shock. It was really something when a woman took initiative.

After the man stopped arguing, she finally retreated and pulled his ear playfully. "Stop saying that to me."