Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South]
“I don’t care. Since you’ve thrown my pickles away, you have to cook for me. I’m hungry.”
Rodney glanced at Freya’s stomach. Initially, he did not want to cook for her, but he was worried that
Freya would bring the little tadpole in her out to eat unhygienic food. In the end, he surrendered to his
fate and decided to cook for her.
Nevertheless, when he opened her refrigerator, he did not find any ingredients except for pasta.
He let out a sigh. “Freya Lynch, you’re a woman. Can’t you behave more like a housewife? You don’t
even have eggs at home. No man would want to live with you.”
“I eat in the office every day. I’ve been working like a dog for you, yet you still expect me to come back
and cook after I finish working overtime? Do I have so much spare time?”
Freya criticized him in a self-righteous way, “Don’t look at me like that. Sarah isn’t any better than me.
She even hired a housekeeper, didn’t she?”
“You’re bullsh*tting. She cooks on her own sometimes.”
“Hah! Do you mean once a week? I can do that too.”
Rodney kept quiet when that point was brought up. Evidently, he had failed to convince her.
He ended up cooking her pasta. When he was cooking, Freya reminded him, “Add more chili sauce.”
Rodney was struck by a thought. He had heard that if a pregnant woman craved spicy food, she might
be pregnant with a girl. On the other hand, craving for sour food was a sign of having a boy.
Could the baby in her belly be a girl?
Rodney was not a conservative man who would demand to have a baby boy to carry on the family
lineage. In fact, it was nice to have a girl too. If the child could be as pretty as Freya, she would look
like a doll. However, if she got Freya’s fiery temper as well…
Hold on. Stop.
What was he thinking?
He was actually thinking about how the baby would look after they were born? What about Sarah,
then?
1:00 P.M.
Rodney cooked two plates of butter pasta without adding any chili sauce to them.
After glancing at the pasta, Freya walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet above. She was
about to take a bottle of chili sauce.
Before she could take the sauce, a tall shadow enveloped her from behind. Rodney pulled her hand
away and closed the cabinet. “Now that you’re pregnant, don’t eat things that have preservatives in
them.”
Freya turned her head around furiously. Her eyes happened to settle on his long neck with a s*xy
Adam’s apple.
His neck was undeniably better than those young hunks in the entertainment industry.
Rodney did not notice it and he continued to say, “I f you want something spicy, I’ll cook it for you
tonight.”
“Rodney Snow, what are you trying to do?”
Freya suddenly lifted her head with a dazed look on her pretty face. “Are you planning to take
responsibility for me?”
Rodney choked in an instant. He had no idea why he would make such a remark either.
It might have to do with his family who brought him up.
Every man in the Snow family was responsible.
“I haven’t made up my mind yet.” Distressed, Rodney turned around and ate the pasta.
Freya was stunned. “What’s there for you to consider? You’ll choose Sarah without a doubt.”
Rodney’s handsome face flashed with agony. “Do you think that I don’t want to choose her? My
grandpa says that men must be responsible.
Perhaps I’m not fated to be with Sarah.”
Freya was momentarily startled. In fact, Rodney was quite innocent. Unfortunately… he was involved
with a woman who was far from innocent.
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