A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 327

She woke up from the heat the next morning. Mark’s arm was draped across her chest, making it very difficult for her to breathe. She was so hot that her hair was sticking onto her face.

He was breathing into her neck, and he wasn’t covered by the blanket at all. He slept with his entire head on top of her body and it was impossible for her not to feel hot!

She really disliked feeling sweaty. She struggled away from the confines of him and the quilt, got up and took a shower. When she emerged from the bathroom, she felt much more refreshed. She suddenly noticed that Rice Ball wasn’t asleep in its nest. She called out to it, and Rice Ball jumped off the sofa and gracefully walked towards her. It had only been a few short days but the fat cat had already lost a lot of weight. However, it was still recovering from its illness. Previously, Rice Ball had lost its energy. At least it could walk now. That was a good thing.

Just as she was about to pick Rice Ball into her arms out of pity, Mark appeared at the bedroom door. “Touch it, see what happens.”

Due to last night’s mistake, she was too afraid to provoke him again. “It’s Saturday. I don’t have work, so I can take Rice Ball to the pet hospital for an intravenous infusion. You can do your own thing.”

He didn’t seem to be fully awake yet, and moodily walked into the toilet, ignoring her.

Once he was done with the toilet, she went in to wash up as well. She couldn’t help feeling slightly nauseated as she brushed her teeth. However, it wasn’t as bad as her first pregnancy, so she was quite relieved about that.

Mark heard someone approaching the door. He hesitated for two seconds, then made his way over to open the door, coming face to face with Helen’s surprised face.

Helen was stunned by the fact that he was here, and that he had opened the door wearing nothing but a bath towel. Even though she was his “mother-in-law”, it didn’t feel appropriate…

Mark wasn’t a particularly careless person either, and he wasn’t exactly unembarrassed. He simply acted like he was. “You don’t have to send things over next time. She won’t be needing it.”

Helen handed the breakfast that she had brought over to him. “Sure. I’d worry a little less with you around. I won’t be coming over from now on. She doesn’t want to see me anyway.”

He shut the door after accepting the breakfast without beating around the bush. He never thought that Helen would personally send breakfast over every morning. He thought that she had been ordering takeout…

Arianne stepped out to find him carrying breakfast, and knew that Helen had sent someone to bring it over. “She’s sent it over again? She’s been sending people over to give me breakfast every day. Even if she’s not irritated, I am.”