Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Chapter 7 by Shallow South

Shaun did not know what to reply. He massaged the space between his eyebrows and accepted the message request.

[Hubby, will you be home for dinner?]

Catherine sent another text within seconds.

Shaun: [No. Don’t call me that.]

Shaunerine: [Fine then, I’ll call you Shaunny. It’s a cute name.]

He did not know what else to say.

Was it too late to back out of the marriage arrangement?

Later that night.

The group of people was enjoying dinner in the interestingly designed courtyard-style restaurant.

The bunch of lawyers exchanged their opinions on the new cases recently taken in by the law firm.

Shaun listened absent-mindedly when he heard a notification alert on his phone again.

Catherine sent him a picture. Under the illumination of the soft yellow lights, the chubby cat was indulging itself in a small treat of dried fish.

Shaunerine: [Shaunny, don’t worry about us. I’m taking such good care of little Fudge.]

Shaun sighed grudgingly. The greedy cat had been bribed effortlessly.

The time was 9.30 p.m.

The passcode entered unlocked the door. Shaun was evidently stunned the second he set foot into the house.

It appeared that his house had undergone a complete makeover. The black couch was decorated with
peacock blue cushions. The white dining table was covered in a green table cloth with a wave pattern.

A glass vase filled with pink hydrangeas sat quietly above it.

The entire house was decorated with green plants and fresh flowers. There were also several hanging baskets out on the balcony.

Was this still his house?

Did he enter the right place?

“Shaunny, you’re home.”

Catherine walked out of the guestroom wearing a long sleeve silk sleeping gown. Several white bunnies were printed on the wine red material of the gown.

Her thick and long brunette hair that was the color of milk tea was draped over her shoulders.

Beneath the hem of her gown were her fair, slender legs.

She looked like a seductive vixen.

Shaun’s eyes darkened. “Who allowed you to dress like that around here?” The brows on his forehead twitched into a frown as he said sternly.

“Like what?” The woman swirled innocently. “My boobs and butt are well covered. Only my knees and calves are showing. All the young girls go out in the streets dressed like this.

What’s wrong about it?”

He did not know where to look.

Indeed, she was not wearing revealing clothes, but she was also not
wearing anything underneath the nightwear.

The man averted his gaze. “I agreed to let you move in, but I didn’t give you permission to do this to my house.”

“Isn’t this better? It was too empty before that it didn’t even feel cozy like a home should.” Catherine showed him her palm. A hint of flirtatiousness was detected in her tone. “Look, I even have a few cuts on my palm from moving the plants around.”