Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 13

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 13
“Alright, I want to know more about the process. What’s the best way to keep her comfortable during pregnancy?” Shaun enquired.

For the next ten minutes, the vet explained the process in detail and gave him a cat pregnancy guide in the end. “A pregnant cat must watch its nutrition intake. Your cat is quite weak to begin with, thus miscarriage might happen easily. It’s best if you hire someone to look after it.”

“…”

Shaun was at a loss for words.

Was it still a pet that they were talking about here?

For some reason, he was suddenly reminded of Catherine’s exceptional cooking skills. It occurred to him that he might have been too rude to her just now.

Right, he should probably stop bringing up the topic of her leaving the house when he returned later.

Back at Jadeite Bay, he opened the door and turned the lights on.

Something did not feel right.

The door of the guest room was open and there was no one in sight. He could not find a single garment of women’s clothing in there.

Catherine had left.

His eyebrows twitched into a frown.

Fudge meowed lazily in his arms. She glanced around the room before lowering her head in disappointment.

The man was frustrated but thought that her departure might be for the best.

They should not get too involved in each other’s life anyway.

He could make it up to her with a larger compensation on the day of their divorce.

As for Fudge, well, he could always hire a sitter.

…

10 a.m.

Catherine woke up from the couch feeling groggy.

After checking into the room last night, she discovered lots of hair on the bed. The bedsheets looked unwashed at first glance. She was a clean freak, thus she ended up falling asleep on the couch instead.

Freya rang when she was about to freshen up.

“Babe, aren’t you living with your husband? How did you end up in a budget hotel?”

“How do you know about this?”

“Come on, everyone is talking about it on the group chat.” There was a hint of frustration in her voice. “That mean woman, Janet Campbell, even brought up your past. She told everyone that you’ve been chased out of the Jones household because your elder sister is back. All those hypocrites who were envious of your status as the young lady are now mocking you relentlessly.”

“Oh,” she mumbled.

Janet Campbell was a daughter from another affluent household in Melbourne. The two of them used to be classmates in school.

However, Janet had always been jealous of Catherine for her beautiful looks and outstanding academic achievements, hence they had never been the closest of friends. It was not unusual for her to ruin Catherine’s reputation when the latter was already in a bad position.

“Aren’t you furious?” Freya asked, feeling annoyed. “What’s happening? You’ve never stepped foot into a hotel with less than five stars.”

“Things have changed. My dad has suspended all of my cards and I don’t have much on me. Last night, Shaun chased me out of the house.”

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

“It was late and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Catherine, you’re such a fool. Tell me the address.”

40 minutes later, Freya showed up, looking as if she was in a haste.

She felt sorry for her friend after glancing around the small and dodgy room. There was even a stash of tart cards slipped through the door by prostitutes looking for business.