Let Me Go Mr Hill novel Chapter 3

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 3
The plot twist happened so quickly that Catherine suspected she had drunk too much.

Such a thought remained until Freya came to tap her on the shoulder. She said sympathetically, “Don’t get too upset. It’s not easy to capture the heart of a tall, wealthy, and handsome man. Keep it up—”

“No. He told me to meet him at the entrance of the registry office tomorrow at 10 a.m.,” Catherine replied with a dazed look.

“…”

Freya remained uncannily quiet for a moment before she burst out laughing. “Congratulations on becoming Ethan’s aunt!”

Catherine asked, “You believe him?”

Freya forcefully pinched Catherine’s soft face.

“Why not? Please. With your naturally pure look, you can easily beat those young ladies in the entertainment industry. If I were a man, I’d fall in love with you at first sight. Let’s go and have a drink to celebrate your marriage.”

Catherine seriously wondered how much Freya had drunk while she was away.

However, Catherine began to have a hangover after drinking alcohol just now. She felt her head becoming heavy.

A Bentley Mulsanne slowly moved toward the pub entrance.

The valet opened the car door, and Shaun subsequently went to the backseat. He undid the two buttons of his shirt over his front chest while leaning against the leather seat lazily. “Didn’t I tell you to keep it low-key?”

Hadley Young politely replied, “This is actually the cheapest car in the Hill family’s house.”

Shaun frowned a little. “Who else knows that I’m in Melbourne?”

“No one except Old Madam.”

Shaun’s brows relaxed. By the look of things, the woman’s appearance just now was sheer coincidence. “Find out who this person is. I want to know her information before dawn.”

…

The morning sun shone through the curtains.

Catherine, who was deep asleep, was woken by the noise outside.

Just as she opened her eyes, she saw Ethan opening the door and striding into her room.

Freya, who followed him into the room, roared. “This is my house! You’re basically invading my home!”

“Sure enough, you’re here.” Ethan stared keenly at Catherine who had bloodshot eyes and slightly messy hair.

Catherine became wide awake at that moment, her eyes expressing dejection.

“The two of you should have a good chat. It hasn’t been easy being together for so many years.” After some thought, Freya turned around and left, closing the door behind her.

The room was silent. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ethan stretched out his hand to touch her hair.