Chapter 287

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South]
Shaun’s body stiffened. He grabbed her delicate shoulders angrily and asked in a hoarse voice, “Who do
you want to rub your stomach?”

Wesley Lyons? If so, he would definitely throw her out of the room.

“Shaunny, Shaunny…” Catherine pouted in a daze. She remembered that when she got cramps during
her time of the month, Shaunny would help rub her stomach.

“Catherine Jones, are you sure you’re drunk?” Shaun pinched her little face hard. Was she playing him
again?”

“It hurts, you meanie.” Catherine drunkenly lifted a foot to kick him gently.

Shaun almost got a nosebleed. What rotten thoughts went through Rodney’s mind for him to make her
wear this bunny outfit? It was simply torturing him.



“Catherine Jones, you can dream on if you want me to help rub your stomach.” Shaun pinched her face
until it was red.

“Mm… It hurts… Shaunny.” Catherine bit her lip childishly before opening her watery and beautiful eyes.

The lump in Shaun’s throat bobbed. A moment later, he cursed under his breath and covered her with
the blanket before walking out.

He did not know what possessed him to go to the kitchen. He used his phone to find out what one should
eat if their stomach was uncomfortable after a night of drinking.

It seemed that tomato juice was a good idea.



However, he had not lived in this house for several months, so there was no food at home. He could only
call Hadley. “Get me some tomatoes right away.”



“…”



Hadley, who was just getting ready to go to bed, had a pained expression on his face. “Young Master,
where do you expect me to find tomatoes at this time of the night? Are you making juice for Miss
Jones…”

“Her? It’s good enough if I don’t kill her. Hurry up. I want them in 20 minutes.” Shaun ended the call
resolutely.

Hadley, “…”

Where was he supposed to find tomatoes in the middle of the night?



The assistant who could do anything never expected that he would be stumped by tomatoes.

In the end, Hadley could only ask the boss of the nearby supermarket to open the doors for the guards to
get the tomatoes. They were then delivered to Shaun.

When Shaun got the tomatoes, he peeled off the skin on each one, squeezed them to make the juice,
and brought the glass into the room.

Catherine was curled up in bed, asleep. He picked her up and fed her the juice. She opened her mouth
subconsciously. The sour juice made her stomach feel better and she no longer felt as nauseous.



After drinking, she lay quietly in bed with her eyelashes trembling like wings. Her lips were dyed red by
the tomatoes, making her look like a flower waiting to be picked.

Shaun gulped. He was a normal man, and he had also tasted her lips late at night before.

However, at that moment, her phone beside the table suddenly vibrated. The screen showed a message
sent by Wesley Lyons. [I miss you.]

Shaun suddenly looked cold. A moment later, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

It had been foolish of him to go all the way there in a helicopter to save her.

…

The next day.

Catherine opened her eyes and woke up to find herself on an unfamiliar bed.

She sat up with a start.


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