Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 1633

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 1633

“That’s right. I didn’t expect it either.” After some time, Catherine showed a rueful look.

Chester gave her a profound glance. He did not say anything else about that matter and just said, “You should bring him to the andrology unit for a check- up today just in case, so you can confirm whether it’s just temporary or if he has really recovered. I’ll inform Doctor Leonard, who has been following up on his case.”

“Thank you.”

“No need. Shaun is my friend after all.” A hint of sadness flashed across Chester’s eyes.

He and Shaun had known each other for a long time. Shaun was probably the person who knew him the best. He did not expect that things would turn out like this in the end.

Catherine saw everything. Even though Chester would not make a good husband or boyfriend, he was absolutely amazing as a brother and a friend.

After having lunch in the afternoon, Catherine brought Shaun to the andrology unit.

There were not many people around at this time, so they did not have to worry that someone would spot them.

Doctor Leonard had been entrusted with this important task by Chester, so he stayed back and worked overtime.

At first, Shaun was not really willing to follow Doctor Leonard into the examination room. Hence, Catherine tried hard to persuade him. She used chocolates and the television to coax him. Finally, she managed to get him to go inside.

However, not long after Shaun went in, his cries were heard from inside the room. “You can’t take it off… You’re not allowed to take it off! Cathy said that no one is allowed to take off my pants except her.”

Catherine pretended to be deaf. That was right, she did not hear anything.

Doctor Leonard came out of the examination room resignedly. “Miss Jones, please come in and lend a hand to persuade him. He’s strong. There’s nothing else I can do.”

Catherine felt embarrassed, but she could only bite the bullet and enter the room.

Inside the room, Shaun was holding tightly onto his pants. His eyebrows, nose, and mouth were almost bunched together. He looked as though he would rather die than surrender.