A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 159

The sound of a gentle knock on their door forced Rome to open his eyes. Then he stared at Catherine in his arms before pulling his hand from beneath her and leaving the bed.

When Rome reached the door and opened it, he gazed at Nora with a touch of dizziness in his eyes and asked, "What is it?"

"Good morning, sir. Your father wants me to let you know that he's here, and he wants to speak with you." Nora humbly said.

"Which one?"

"Mr. Miller."

The sleepiness Rome felt suddenly faded when he realized that Mr. Miller didn't call him after the news about Natasha and him became public.

Also, a look of anxiety clouded his eyes, and he couldn't help stressing that Mr. Miller might be angry with him about that.

"Tell him that I will be down in a second," Rome said.

Then he shut the door, headed into their closet, and came out a couple of minutes later, wearing a sweatsuit.

Pacing back and forth in the living room, Mr. Miller took his time to admire photos of Catherine and Rome's, hung on the wall.

When he got to the last photo, he finally heard footsteps approaching the living room, and he slowly faced the entrance.

A couple of seconds later, Mr. Miller was staring at Rome, and he remained still as Rome walked into the living room.

"Good morning, Dad. What brought you here so early?" Rome humbly said, slightly clearing his throat as he studied his father's straight expression.

Then after Mr. Miller didn't reply for a couple of seconds, Rome assumed the obvious and said, "I'm not seeing Natasha and cheating on Catherine."

"Oh, I know that. I wouldn't believe such a piece of rubbish news." Mr. Miller casually said without losing his serious expression.

Unable to stand his father's silence any longer, Rome took a deep breath and asked, "Then why do you look so disappointed like I've done something wrong."

Keeping quiet for a while, Mr. Miller continued to look at Rome's face, and then he mumbled, "There's news going around that you beat up Earl to the point of death and put him in a coma."

"I did beat Earl, but not to the point of death, and I definitely didn't put him in a coma," Rome firmly said, looking directly at him.

It fell silent between both men as Mr. Miller stared at Rome for quite a while. Then he faintly smiled and mumbled, "I believe you, but I jus…"

In that instant, the smile on Mr. Miller's face suddenly broadened as he gazed at Catherine approaching them.

Grinning at Mr. Miller, Catherine stopped beside Rome, looked at him for a moment, and said, "Morning, father."

"A pleasant morning to you, dear." Mr. Miller uttered with a bright smile.

Unable to let go of his father's unfinished statement, Rome kept his gaze fixed on him and asked, " But you just, what?"

Immediately, Mr. Miller's face turned serious, and he focused back on Rome as he said, "I just wish you wouldn't have got into a fight with Earl again. If you didn't, such a piece of awful news wouldn't be going around about you."

Pausing for a moment, Mr. Miller heavily sighed. Then he sadly said, "I would also not have to hear my neighbors talking badly about my son so early in the morning, inside of my shop."

"Father, please don't get disappointed with Rome. What happened yesterday was all my fault, not his." Catherine hastily said, looking pitifully at him.

Swaying his attention off Rome and putting it on her, Mr. Miller's eyes widened as he mumbled, "Huh?"

"For an appropriate reason, Catherine wanted to help me out and got involved in a situation with Earl last night." Rome calmly uttered.

"So it's like that." Mr. Miller mumbled, looking back at Catherine with a hint of gentleness in his gaze.

After staring down at Catherine for a second, Rome took her hands in his and said, "What happened last night wasn't her fault, but mine. And I hope you are not experiencing backlashes from the neighbors for it."