Rejected by My Destined Mate, Now He Craves Me Chapter 12

Rejected by My Destined Mate, Now He Craves Me Chapter 12

I walked to the window and pushed it open. 

The weather outside was beautiful. 

As the sunlight streamed in, I felt a little lighter. 

I decided to go downstairs for a bit and prepare for my 

upcoming job interviews. 

From the bushes below, I heard a faint meowing. 

I stopped and looked around, but didn’t see anything. 

Just as I was about to move on, I heard the sound again. 

Crouching down for a closer look, I spotted an orange cat deep inside an abandoned pipe. 

It was emaciated and covered in wounds. 

It didn’t run away when it saw me. It just struggled to crawl 

out. 

My heart clenched. 

The pipe was blocked by several heavy concrete slabs. I tried to 

move them but couldn’t. 

There was no one nearby I knew. 

Hesitantly, I went and knocked on the next door. 

It was the man I’d seen once before. 

He looked like he had just woken up. He seemed surprised to 

see me. “What’s wrong?” 

I quickly explained the situation with the kitten. 

He nodded. “Give me a second.” 

Soon, he changed his clothes and followed me downstairs. 

After finding the pipe, he moved the slabs aside and carefully 

lifted the cat out. 

The kitten didn’t struggle. It just pressed against his hand. 

“Its back legs might be injured,” he said. “We should take it to 

the healer’s den.” 

“Okay, I know a nearby vet.” 

Together, we took the cat to the vet. 

The nurse examined it and said it was just scrapes and 

malnourishment. It would need to stay for a few days. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. 

Holding the cat as we left, I finally felt relaxed. 

“Thank you so much for today. I wouldn’t have known what to 

do otherwise,” I said. “I didn’t catch your name.” 

“Kaelen Viremont,” he said. “And you?” 

“Nova Everhart.” 

He repeated the name, nodding slightly. 

On the way back, we talked as we walked. 

He worked as a legal consultant here. I’d always been 

interested in law. 

The conversation flowed easily. Not forced at all, but natural. 

I found him different from my first impression. 

He wasn’t cold, just quiet. 

When we got near the apartment, he asked me to wait. 

“Okay.” I stood there. 

A moment later, he returned with two ice cream cones. 

I looked at him. “You remembered.” 

He paused before giving me the ice cream. “Remembered what?” 

“I said I liked sweet things last time.” 

He didn’t answer, just smiled softly. 

Sunlight filtered through the trees. He glanced at me, then 

quickly looked away. 

“I’m going in now.” His voice was casual, but his steps were a 

little fast. 

I didn’t think much of it. I just nodded. “Okay.” 

After he walked away, I turned and went inside. 

The breeze that day was very light. 

And somehow, things were starting to feel different without 

me even noticing. 

Over the following days, we often went to the vet together. 

With the nurse’s attentive care, the kitten improved greatly. 

I wanted to take it home, but the landlord explicitly forbade pets in the apartment. It was a condition of moving in. 

I couldn’t break the rules. 

“Maybe I could take it?” Kaelen offered. “I have more space, 

and I’ve had a cat before.” 

He showed me his phone’s wallpaper. It was a picture of a cat 

with big, round eyes. 

“So cute,” I said. “Then it’s settled. It’ll stay at your place.” 

I paused, then added, “But I’ll pay for the food and supplies. 

You already paid the vet bill. This time it’s my turn.” 

“Okay,” he agreed readily. “But it’ll be hard for you to carry 

everything by yourself. Let me go with you.” 

I thought for a moment, then nodded. 

That day, we bought a lot of cat supplies. 

I have a hard time making decisions, but he was very patient 

the whole time. He never rushed me. 

That kind of patience made me a little uncomfortable. And a 

little warm. 

I suddenly thought of Zephyr. He used to be patient with me 

like that, too. 

But then later, he wouldn’t even give me the time to listen to a 

single tape. 

“What’s wrong?” Kaelen asked. 

“Nothing,” I snapped out of it. “I was just thinking we haven’t 

named her yet.” 

“Your call,” he said. “You’re the owner.” 

I thought for a moment. 

“How about Summer? Because we found her in the summer.” 

“Okay.”