Let Me Go, Mr. Hill novel Chapter 167

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 167
“Yeah, I’m fortunate to have met you. You’re my lucky star, my savior.” Catherine did not feel like arguing with a patient.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wesley sent her a WhatsApp message. [I heard from Joseph that something happened to you when you were working. Are you okay? Can I come and visit you? I’m quite worried.]

Catherine sighed deep down. Indeed, Wesley treated her quite well.

Sadly, there was already no need for her to take revenge on Ethan. There was no need for her to marry Ethan’s uncle as well.

She replied, [Thank you for your concern. I’m fine. The renovation progress of the villa won’t be affected.]

Wesley: [The villa project isn’t urgent. What matters most is that you’re safe.]

“Who are you chatting with?” Shaun asked glumly.

“Freya.” Catherine immediately put down her phone. When she told the lie, she did not blush, nor did her heart race.

“I thought you were chatting with Wesley, Ethan, and that bunch of people. You’d better not let me find out that you’re staying in touch with them through Whatsapp,” Shaun warned.

“…You’re just overthinking.”

Catherine got a shock, wondering whether he had X-ray vision.

“Uh, come here. My injuries are starting to hurt again.” Shaun glanced at her resentfully.

Catherine was speechless.

Was Shaun planning to ask her to kiss him again?

What a fickle man. When she touched him back then, the way he reacted was as if he was going to lose his life.

…

Shaun was discharged from the hospital after a week.

As Catherine had been keeping Shaun company all this while, she had no choice but to take leave.

Shaun frowned. Even though he grasped the significance of the young woman’s will to push herself, he disliked it. However, he was silent about it.

Even so, when she continued to stay up late and not go to bed again the next day, he flew into a rage. “Catherine, are you crazy? You didn’t sleep well when you had to take care of me in the hospital before this. Now that you’re home, you’re not sleeping again. Are you planning to die of cardiac arrest?”

“I’ll be done after tonight. I’m fine.”

Catherine sipped on some coffee. Deep down, she was slightly touched. Was he reacting out of concern?

Shaun ordered her in a resolute manner, “I don’t care. Go back to your room and sleep now. It’s not a big deal if you die of cardiac arrest. What matters is that nobody’s going to cook for me. I refuse to have spent my efforts taking on your lawsuit for nothing.”

“…”

His concern for her was just an illusion.

Catherine gnashed her teeth, then said in a huff, “Don’t worry. Since I’ve promised to cook for you, I’ll make sure I won’t die.”