Let Me Go, Mr. Hill novel Chapter 309

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 309
Shaun quickly returned to the room. None of the lights were on, and dim moonlight shone in. The room was empty.

He went straight to the wardrobe and turned on the lights. The woman who was putting on his clothes let out a shriek and covered her body with the door of the wardrobe. Her black eyes made her look just like a frightened fawn, and her face was flushed red with shame.

His thin lips curled wickedly. “What, the thief who broke into my room to steal my clothes still dares to glare at me?”

“I’m not in the mood to argue with you. The people outside must be looking for me everywhere.”

Catherine was anxious, but her clothes were drenched and her hair was wet. She could not go out like this. She would be suspected.

“So… What does that have to do with me?” Shaun leaned against the door indifferently, looking like he did not care.

“Shaun Hill…” Catherine’s face was pale. She could not ruin the Yule family, let alone get involved with a notorious young master like Willie and let Nicola get away with this.

“You know that I never help people for free.” Shaun’s eyes turned deep.

Catherine bit her lip, her face reddening because of shame. “Shaun Hill, don’t go overboard. Your girlfriend is right outside.”

“So? I want you.”

Shaun approached her step by step, his right hand holding the shelf beside her ear. His dark eyes seemed to have a magnetic field that could suck people in.

Catherine’s heart raced as she looked at the face that was so handsome it could cause others to commit crimes.

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In the cramped dressing room, Shaun repeatedly pressed his lips on her red ones.

Catherine turned to the side, too ashamed to meet his eyes. “That’s enough. You promised to help me.”

The women stiffened, and Melanie realized that she had made a slip of the tongue.

He sneered slowly, “It’s best if you don’t use the dirty tricks you use in the Yule family here in the Hill family. Aunt, you know my temper, so don’t make me angry.”

He slammed the door shut with a bang.

Before long, he dialed the phone number of a servant. An old servant in her 50s soon came over with some new clothes.

Catherine quickly changed into the clothes. When she came out, she saw Shaun sitting on the sofa, pinching a scarlet cigarette between his fingers.

“Aunty Yasmine, please take her out.”

“Certainly. Ms. Jones, come with me.” Aunty Yasmine smiled kindly and brought Catherine out of the room.