Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 499

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 499
“Go ahead. Grandma would have turned off her phone at this hour to sleep.” Shaun domineeringly took her into his arms, and his left hand strayed toward her stomach. “Let me see if our two little babies have grown a little today.”

“They’re only a month old now. There won’t be any changes.” Catherine pushed his hand away speechlessly. “Go away. I want to sleep.”

“You haven’t answered my question.” Shaun stared intently at her. “Who wants to be the children’s godmother? If it’s Freya Lynch, I disagree because her IQ is worrying. If it’s Charity Neeson, I disagree even more…”

“Shaun Hill, did you come over in the middle of the night to argue with me?” Catherine grew angry and hit him with the pillow. “The children are mine. It’s my decision on who gets to be their godmother. If you don’t stop nagging, I won’t give birth to them.”

“What did you say?” Shaun’s face suddenly darkened. “Catherine Jones, think before you speak. Don’t think that the children won’t understand what you’re saying just because they’re little fetuses now. Have you thought about their feelings?”

Catherine was pregnant, so her emotions were easily agitated. With just a few admonishments, her eyes turned red with grievances. “You’re the one who aggravated me. I’m telling you, if you want to get back together with me, you have to accept my friends too.”

Shaun panicked when she started crying. “Okay, don’t cry.”

Not only did Catherine not stop, but her tears also came streaming down and she yelled even louder. “What’s more, how dare you look down on my friends?! Is Rodney Snow that smart? I think he’s dumber than a pig. As for Chester Jewell, he’s just a playboy. They’re all useless.”

“…”

Shaun was suddenly a little dumbfounded at her criticisms.

Logically speaking, he should be angry that she was scolding his friends.

However, when he saw her tears, his heart hurt like it was about to melt from the pain. “Don’t cry. Crying isn’t good for the children.”

“I want to cry. It’s your fault for disturbing me at night. I just want to have a good night’s rest but you don’t even allow me that much.”

The pain she had been bottling up in her heart these days suddenly came bursting out.

Catherine could not control it at all.

Even Aunty Zara, who was keeping watch in the small room next door, was startled by the noise and came in.