A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 150

When Rome entered his mansion, he was about to head upstairs when he heard, "Sir."

Immediately, he stopped, turned around, and gazed at an elderly-looking lady staring at him.

"What is it, Nora?" Rome calmly asked.

"Umm... Ma'am is sleeping in the living room," Nora mumbled.

Pulling his brows into a frown, Rome took a long look at the head maid and then said, "What!"

"Well, Ma'am has been waiting for you to come home, and she fell asleep a few minutes ago." Nora humbly intoned.

A minute went by with them gazing at each other in silence. Then Rome walked past Nora and headed into the living room.

When he arrived, and his gaze rested on Catherine, a sigh escaped his lip. Then he walked over to her, staring down at her peaceful face.

Not wanting to wake Catherine up, he bent over, lifted her off the couch, and carried her out of the living room, refusing to acknowledge the pain ripping through his body.

After he got into their bedroom, he carried her to the bed, laid her on it, and covered her before heading into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open behind him.

Stopping in front of the huge mirror at the face basin, Rome took off his jacket and then his t-shirt.

At that moment, he felt a tender hand caressed his waist and then hug onto his stomach.

"What took you so long." Catherine sleepily whispered, resting her head on his broad back and shutting her eyes.

Gazing in the mirror, Rome could barely see her whole body because of their height and size differences.

Then he stared at the bandage on his side and hand and mumbled, "Well, we encountered little issues that needed taking care of, so we had to handle them."

"Did you… did you guys successfully handle them?" Catherine softly asked, sinking into the feeling of warmth that his bareback gave her.

"Yeah. Yes, we did."

"Then I'm proud of you."

Finally, opening her eyes, Catherine raised her chin and rested it on Rome's back as she pouted and then whispered, "I'm glad you are home. I missed you."

At that moment, Catherine's hand rubbed against the bandage, and her brows pulled together in a frown as she said, "Honey, turn around."

Shutting his eyes for a moment, Rome sighed heavily, and then he turned around and opened his eyelids, gazing at Catherine, staring wide-eyed at the bandage on his side.

Then she suddenly clapped her hand over her mouth and took two unstable steps back.

"Okay, before you freak out, I need you to know that I'm fine. Even the doctor said so." Rome calmly uttered, watching tears well up in her eyes.

"Honey, there's nothing fine about a bandage on your stomach! Can you tell me what's okay about a bandage wrapped around your hand, and your face?! Oh my, your face!!" Catherine lashed out with trembling hands.

Knowing that things were about to escalate, Rome took a step towards her and softly said, "I can explain these bruises. You see, what happened was, when we were at the club..."

"A club?" Catherine mumbled, raising a brow.

"Yes. Okay, so one of the dancers…"

"You were at a strip club?!"

It immediately fell silent as Rome held back his tongue, knowing that he was making things worse. But his silence was all Catherine needed to assume that she was right.

"Seriously! Okay, so how did the wounds come about?" Catherine asked, running her fingers through her hair.

"I was trying to help a dancer from being assaulted by an abusive customer, and a fight broke out," Rome said, knowing not to let out too much detail before she get more annoyed.

Frowning at him, Catherine paused for a moment and then asked, "Who threw the first punch?"

"Uhm?" Rome mumbled, pretending he didn't hear what she said, even though he did.