Domineering Lover novel Chapter 810

She released him quickly. Rocco smelled a whiff of jasmine on her.

She pointed at a place. "You see that? That furry ball is Fluffy."

"Fluffy?"

"Yeah, my hamster. She is usually amenable but especially naughty today." Rebecca pouted.

Such an expression should have been pretentious on the face of a 27-year-old woman, but she only invoked sympathy.

"Would you like me to get Fluffy for you?" Rocco said with deliberate tenderness.

"But she can be very swift."

"Then I'll be swifter." Rocco rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arm into the bush.

Frightened, the little hamster ran away quickly. "Over there," Rebecca shouted.

Rocco then stood up and ran to the other side of the bush.

He was gasping soon.

He had thought about catching it to flatter Rebecca, but it turned out to be more difficult than he'd imagined.

Compared with that nimble little hamster, he looked like a pissed-off clumsy bear.

The chase escalated into a man versus hamster competition and Rocco swore to win it.

Finally, Rocco made it. Fluffy wriggled in his hands in protest.

Squeezing his way through the bushes made him looked disheveled.

His shirt was smeared with dirt, his hair messy, his hand scratched. He was now sitting on the ground, catching his breath.

Raising his hands with the hamster in his palms, he gasped, "I got it. Your Fluffy.¹'

Rebecca delicately took Fluffy from his hands and thanked him.

"You're welcome." Rocco wiped away the sweat on his forehead and gave her an ear-to-ear grin.

"Fluffy, don't you dare run away from me again," Rebecca scolded.

Her tone was so serious and the hamster nuzzled her palm as if it was apologizing for the trouble it'd caused.

Rocco locked his eyes on her. She was like an angel.

"Gosh, you're injured." Rebecca saw the swollen scratch on the back of his hand.

"It doesn't matter. Just superficial injury." Rocco said casually.

"It matters to me. Come and I'll treat it for you." Rebecca held the hamster in one hand and grabbed his hand with the other hand, walking across the garden toward her room.

Rocco stopped at the doorway, hesitating about entering a lady's private space.

"I'll wait for you here," he said gentlemanly.

"You can come in." Rebecca smiled and dragged him into her room.