Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1863

When Freya recalled it, she instantly felt ashamed. She did say that.

“Yeah, Young Master Snow personally made these chicken meatballs.” The sitter added, “ I wanted to cook pasta for Young Master Snow at first, but he said he’s afraid you’d be jealous if you saw him eating such good food. Hence, he said he’d eat the same food as you.”

Freya was at a loss for words.

The sitter’s words made Freya seem like she was being unreasonable.

Well, she was a woman. Women were meant to be unreasonable, right?

“ If you don’t want to eat this, I’ll cook something else for you.” Rodney rose to his feet. “In fact, it doesn’t matter to me how you look.”