Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 963

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 963

A look of frustration washed over Shaun’s face.

Catherine had told him many times that she was not in love with him, and he knew that she meant it.

He actually made a woman stop loving him. Haha.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me. You loved me back then, and now, it’s my turn to love you and time for you to torture me. It’s fair now.”

As soon as Shaun finished speaking, he held her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

“What are you doing? Let me go, Shaun. By doing this, you’ re not making me torture you. Instead, you’re torturing me again.” Catherine struggled furiously and even attacked him.

It was Logan who taught her martial arts. However, she was soon defeated.

Shaun forcefully carried her to the manor. The butler walked up to him and said, “Eldest Young Master Hill, everything in the church is ready.”

Catherine had a sinking feeling. After she was taken to the church, she had a bad premonition when she saw the decorations at the venue. It looked like a wedding ceremony was being held. “What are you trying to do? I already had a wedding ceremony

with Wesley this afternoon.”

“Forget about it. Today is our wedding.” Shaun dragged her to the priest by force. “We can now begin the ceremony.”

“Alright.”

The priest asked Shaun with a grin, “Shaun Hill, do you take Catherine Jones to be your lawful wife and live with her according to God’s ordinance? Will you live together with her in holy marriage and promise from this day onward to love her, honor her, comfort her, and treasure her until death parts both of you?”

Shaun curled his lips into a smile. “I do.”

The priest shifted his gaze to Catherine. “Catherine Jones, do you take Shaun Hill to be your lawful husband and live with him according to God’s ordinance? Will you live together with him in holy marriage and promise from this day onward to love him, honor him, comfort him, and treasure him until death parts both of you?”

Catherine snorted. “I don’t—”