A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 322

Looking at her determined front while carrying Rice Ball, Mark felt a mix of emotions. It seemed that he was the only one she was heartless to. She could even treasure a cat so much…

Arianne dared not get into his car, knowing that he was a germaphobe and worrying that Rice Ball’s fur would shed in the car. “You didn’t actually have to rush here… Today’s drip is done, it’s just that I can’t feed it the medication alone at home… It has to come back tomorrow for drip still.”

Mark hopped out of the car and grabbed the pet carrier that housed Rice Ball before tossing it into the vehicle. “I don’t have time for your nonsense. Get in.”

Arianne was surprised, worried that something would happen to Rice Ball from the rough handling but dared not argue with him. The weather was hot and dry, inevitably making one lose its cool quickly. A person like him would be riled up easily.

Back to the apartment, Mark took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the couch right as he stepped inside before he rolled up his sleeves. “Come on.”

Not daring to be slow, Arianne took Rice Ball’s medication out. “Uh… Either I grab Rice Ball’s legs and you feed it the medicine, or we swap…”

Mark glanced at the lifeless cat and chose to swap. When he came into contact with the cat, it was as if Rice Ball realized what was about to happen, for it sprang up and scurried under the couch.

Arianne placated it patiently, but Rice Ball was not having it. Since she was pregnant, she dared not squat down for too long and could only assuage the cat as she bent down, holding onto the couch. Mark was standing diagonally to her and could see her gaping neckline when Arianne bent low. A thought flashed across his mind—they seemed to have grown some more…

Once Mark thought about others seeing what he did as she bent down, he was vexed. “Can you take note of what you’re wearing?”

Confused about what he was referring to, Arianne turned back to look at him. “What?”

Mark wordlessly gestured for her to step away and moved the coach. When Rice Ball was exposed, he swiftly carried it up.

Arianne was still mulling over his words just now and subconsciously looked at her collar, blushing at once…

The process of feeding a cat its medication was torturing. Rice Ball cried and shrieked ceaselessly like they were feeding it poison. Both Arianne and Mark were covered in sweat from the labor. Knowing how particular Mark was with his environment, Arianne felt bad. “Uh… I don’t usually stay in the living room, so it’s unnecessary to spend for an AC. If you’re warm, you can go to the bedroom for the air conditioning.”

Mark put Rice Ball down and went to the bedroom without a word. The moment the cool breeze was released, he exhaled a long sigh as well. The hot weather was murderous.

After settling Rice Ball’s needs, Arianne made him a cup of black tea. “It’s not hot anymore.”