A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 200

The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Then a minute later, Rome walked into the dining room and stopped at the doorway as he faintly chuckled.

"You stole her again. Do you not like me, dad?" Rome teased while watching Mr. Miller and Catherine set the table.

"What are you talking about now?" Mr. Miller laughed as he rested the bowl of rice on the table.

"How can you keep making me wake up to an empty bed?"

"If my daughter-in-law wants to help me in the kitchen, how do you expect me to say, 'no' to her."

"Just like you say it to me, 'No!"

Meeting Rome's eyes, Mr. Miller didn't hesitate to mumble, "You and she are not the same."

"Another way to say, you respect her more than me," Rome mumbled, frowning

"True."

"Hey!"

Unable to take Rome and Mr. Miller's childish argument Catherine burst into laughter, burying her face into her palm.

"Babe, it's not funny. Stop waking up earlier to help this man. I need my morning cuddle to get through the day." Rome said as he walked towards her.

Those words only left Catherine giggling loud until she had to pause to catch her breath.

Then she lifted her head when Rome reached her and gazed adorably into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, hon. But I love my morning time with father. His stories are so addictive. Who knew cooking could be so fun and relaxing. I'm feeling tempted now to start a restaurant." Catherine jovially said, grinning at him.

"My daughter-in-law wants to be a chef?" Mr. Ford uttered, walking further into the dining room. "Just tell me when you want to start, and I will get you the best coach in the business!"

"Can you guys stop spoiling my wife for me! That's my job, okay?!" Rome uttered, squinting his eyes at his father.

Then he looked back at Catherine and said, "If a restaurant is what you want, I can get you started on some amazing cooking classes."

"Hey, that's what I offered." Mr. Ford said, drawing a chair from the table.

"Dad!"

What! Can't you come up with something that isn't already taken!"

When Rome drew a breath, Catherine silently chuckled, amazed at how even more ridiculous their argument was this morning. But it wasn't strange to her since conversation like this was normal in the mansion and to her.

"Fine! I will take on the construction of the building for the restaurant." Rome said with the utmost seriousness.

"See. That wasn't hard." Mr. Ford mumbled.

Smiling, Mr. Miller gazed at Catherine and then said, "And I can pass on to you years' worth of family recipes and cooking instructions."

Realizing that the three of them were serious, Catherine's eyes lit up as a sense of gratitude coursed through her.

Then she grinned and softly uttered, "How about we take things slow, and I continue learning from father for now?"

"Well, anything you say, dear." Mr. Ford said, gazing gently at Catherine.

Meeting her eyes with a smile on his face, Mr. Miller uttered, "Of course. And tonight, I am upgrading you from washing the vegetables to slicing them."

Drawing his brows together, Rome's mouth partly open as he looked at Catherine and then stared at Mr. Miller in disbelief.

A few hours later, when Rome arrived at his office, he took a seat behind his desk, strolled through his contacts for a while, and then dialed a number.

When his call got accepted, he heard a fellow voice say, "Good morning, Sir."

"Morning, Rick. Status at DreamTeam." Rome calmly uttered, resting back in his seat.

"Within a month, the company's growth has declined greatly, and clients are pulling out their projects."