A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 197

Seeing that Rome wasn’t focusing on him, Charles struggled to his feet and tried to walk out of the office, but Rome’s voice stopped him in his track, “Where do you think you are going?”

Chills ran down Charles’s spine as he held in his breath. Then he slowly turned around to look at Rome and said, “I’m going to the hospital to get my wrist check.”

“You can do that after we go to see your grandfather,” Rome uttered with a straight face.

Frowning, Charles clenched his jaw as he thought, ‘If only you weren’t Rome Ford, and if only I haven’t seen how you body-slam people, I would have given you a piece of my mind.’

Swaying his gaze off Rome, Charles looked at Catherine and said, “I’m in pain. Can you make your husband understand that and allow me to seek medical treatment first? It's not like I'm some criminal!”

“A broken wrist won’t kill you, Charles.” Catherine casually said with not a care in her eyes.

Frustrated, Charles hardened his face and lashed out, “This is unacceptable! Is this why you called him, to assault me and treat…”

“K!” Rome called out, ignoring Charles’ words.

A few seconds later, K walked into the office and then said, “Yes, boss.”

“Please, escort my dear cousin-in-law to my wife’s car, and if he gives any problem with accomplishing this task, use any means necessary to get him to the Barlow mansion.”

The hair on Charles’ neck stood as he stared at Rome's icy gaze and deadpan expression, realizing that Rome wasn’t kidding.

“Yes, boss!” K humbly said.

Then he darted his eyes to Charles, frowned, and said, “Let’s go!”

Knowing not to push his luck, Charles obediently walked ahead of K, suppressing the rage that ate at him.

A few minutes later, Catherine and Rome were in the backseat of his vehicle, and the ride was silent for a couple of minutes as Mr. Orlando drove.

Staring at the windshield with a dull look in her eyes, Catherine sighed deeply, and Rome swayed his gaze on her, staring at her in concern.

Then he rested his palm on the back of her hand and asked, “How are you holding up?”

“Not good,” Catherine mumbled, feeling annoyed. “I worked so hard for everything, and now, in a day, I have lost it all just within the blink of an eye.”

“I’m sorry, babe. If not for this entire puppet master,”

“It’s not your fault, hon. With or without the help of the puppet master, my family was still going to mess things up. That's the exhausting part in all of this, striving to help and all they do is suppress me.”

For a moment, Rome said nothing as he gazed at Catherine. Then when she felt his eyes on her, Catherine stared away from the windshield, gazing at him.

“What is it?” Catherine softly asked.

“If I asked you to come over to me completely, it would be selfish of me, won’t it?” Rome mumbled, staring deep into her eyes.

“Huh?”

“Nothing,”

After giving her a quick smile, Rome laced his fingers with hers and looked away from Catherine. But she kept her eyes on him as his words rang in her mind.

Finally, Mr. Orlando drove the car into the yard, and a few distances behind them was Catherine’s vehicle.