All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 931 - Chapter 940

Less than half a month later, the weather in the capital had reached its yearly scorching peak. It was so hot that people simply wanted to stay indoors. No one wanted to move.Arianne and Aristotle were close to falling sick from the humidity. Aristotle’s resistance to heat was very low, and Arianne was afraid that he might get heatstroke if she took him out of the house. She rarely brought him out to the garden these days and would only walk around it in the evening around sunset. Regardless of how large the Tremont Estate was, it seemed much smaller during this time. It was rather boring to stay inside all day.Lately, Mark had gotten so busy that they hardly managed to see him. He left before Arianne woke up and arrived home when she was asleep at night. She was beginning to wonder if Aristotle would forget his daddy if this continued. After all, they stayed in the same house but never saw each other. Babies did not have good memories, so it was no surprise if he forgot his face.

Mark halted his steps. “Oh, did I wake you up? I’ll take my shower downstairs then.”Arianne rubbed her bleary eyes. “It’s alright, take your shower here. I’m so sleepy right now, I’ll have no trouble going back to sleep. But please bathe quickly and go to sleep. Don’t tire yourself.”Despite her okays, Mark still took it upon himself to be as featherlight as possible during his shower to make as little sound as he could. Once he came out of his bath, he took the space next to Arianne.The pair had singled Smore out aside, who pitifully only had his comforter as his company.Arianne had yet to slip deeply into slumber, so instinctively, she wrapped her arm around his neck and drew herself close into his embrace before adjusting her position. “If you continue to come home late from work every time, Smore’s gonna forget how you look sooner or later,” she teased. “You know how bad kids’ memories are. He sleeps in the same bed as we do, yet he never sees you… If he ended up forgetting

Jett stood outside Tiffany’s room instead of entering and took a watchful spot beside the door when the group reached Tiffany’s unit upstairs. Tiffany thought it strange, but she pushed Alejandro’s wheelchair into her unit anyway. He was a disabled man whose legs could no longer function—how dangerous could being with him be?Tiffany thought that she needed not to be too concerned.She only moved in recently, so she had yet to sort many of her things into place, thus leaving a mess. “I haven’t had the time to tidy my place, so… yeah,” she admitted sheepishly. “Er, I’ll go make you a cuppa tea now.”She went to the drinking station and began, but it was clear from her unpolished action that she was not very good. After a slip when she almost hurt herself with boiling water, a hand suddenly appeared next to her. “Allow me.”Tiffany froze. Why did Alejandro’s voice come from above her head? He was wheelchair-bound, so his voice should be coming from below her neck, right?She whipped

Tiffany placed her notebook down on her desk before snapping pointedly, “And where am I supposed to sit?”Jackson replied without raising his eyes to hers, “Grab a chair yourself, duh. How the hell did you end up as ‘assistant director’ with that brain?”His retort chaffed Tiffany enough that she snickered, placing her hands on her hips. “It’s not that I wanted to be one, you know. I came here thinking I was going to be a mere supervisor! Anyway, you already know that I got my job through my connection, so why even bother asking, Einstein?”Perhaps a little worried about her tone, Amy quickly interjected with feigned coughs. “Er, Miss Lane? You could grab a chair and move to my desk.”Tiffany stormily yanked a chair to where Amy sat, took a seat, and glowered at Jackson. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh? Don’t you dare kill my cactus with those poisonous fingers of yours!”Jackson immediately retracted his hand from the prickly plant and assumed a more serious, upright posi

The only reason behind Arianne’s wish to repair the Wynn Mansion was that it was her father’s childhood home. Hence, she could not possibly stand by and watch it slowly decay into ruin as the passing of time wrangled it. Yet, she was also hesitating because she worried that spending all of this money on the house would make her seem a little immature. The Tremonts’ money did not grow on trees.Neither was she willing to sell it away. From the way Henry described it, this antique mansion's price could rake up to about a few hundred million. Arianne was not terribly in need of that amount in her life, but the alternative—spending a similarly hefty sum on repairing and maintaining this house—also seemed like an obtuse move. Any entrepreneur would immediately recognize this as an investment with no returns.The dilemma stayed in Arianne’s mind on the way home. In the end, she decided to discuss it with Mark once he came home from work to see if he had better ideas.Several miles away fr