Chapter Seventy-Two
Chapter Seventy-Two
After turning off her computer, Catherine gazed to the right and stared at Rome, sleeping on the couch
in her office.
Instantly, her lips curved into a smile, and she rested her chin, staring adorably at him as she mumbled,
"Aww, he looks so cute in that position."
For a while, she stayed like that, watching him without losing her bright smile, almost like she was
falling in love with him all over again with every passing second.
Finally, after a couple of minutes had gone by, she picked up her phone, stuffed it into her bag, and
grabbed her coat off the rack.
After wearing it, she approached the couch, squatted, and looked at Rome's closed eyelids.
"Hon, it's time to get going," Catherine mumbled, tapping Rome on his arm.
When she gently hit his hand for the third time, Rome slowly raised his lashes, shifted his head to the
left, and looked deep into her eyes.
"With everything that is happening, do you regret marrying me?" Rome asked with a straight face.
Not even hesitating for a second, Catherine drew her brows together and firmly uttered, "Never!"
When Rome didn't say anything, Catherine faintly smiled and said, "I want to have it all with you. The
joy, the pain, the fear, the disappointment, and every other thing that comes with life, I want to spend
the rest of my days with you, and go through them with you as my better half."
Keeping his silence, Rome sat up on the couch, leaned closer towards her face, and said, "I swear to
do my best to keep you safe in all of this."
"But I want you to promise to protect yourself first," Catherine whispered with a look of sadness in her
eyes.
Without uttering a word, Rome leaned towards her forehead and kissed it, shutting his eyelids.
"Rome, you didn't swear!" Catherine mumbled, suppressing the suffocating feeling she felt.
A while later, the ride to Mr. Ford's mansion was quiet as Catherine kept eyeing Rome, feeling a dull
throb in her chest over the fact that he didn't promise her like she wanted him to, and she just knew
that he was willing to risk it all to keep her safe.
A couple of minutes later, William brought the car to a stop in the yard, and Mr. Orlando parked a few
distances beside him.
After K opened the back door, Catherine got down and then Rome followed her out.
Even though he knew what the stares he was getting from her meant, he pretended not to know
because he understood that he couldn't keep a promise like that at such a critical time.
The moment they walked through the front door a couple of seconds later, the frown on Catherine's
face instantly faded as she watched Mr. Miller rushing over to them.
When he got closer, he wrapped his hands around Catherine, embracing her tightly into his arms, and
cried, "Oh my precious daughter-in-law."
Looking at his father, Rome scratched his brow as he teasingly said, "What about you dearest son that
gave you a beloved daughter-in-law. No hugs for me too?"
When Mr. Miller didn't stop hugging Catherine or look his way, he slightly shook his head and mumbled,
"Alright. She is you guys' favorite. I get it."
A giggle escaped Mr. Miller's lips as he let go of Catherine while she chuckled widely at her husband's
petty jealousy.
"Come here," Mr. Miller heartily said, widening his arms.
Then Rome buried himself in his father's arms, and Mr. Miller gave him a few manly pats on his back.
After withdrawing from his father's embrace, a look of confusion crossed Rome's face, and he blurted
out, "Don't take this the wrong way, dad. But what are you doing here?"
"I invited him over." Mr. Ford said as he approached them.
"Good evening, Father." Catherine softly uttered as she smiled at Mr. Ford.
Immediately, his lips curved upwards into a grin, and he gaily said, "A pleasant evening to you, my
dear."
Seeing that Rome was still waiting for a full detailed explanation, Mr. Miller casually uttered, "Ford
called me and filled me in on things that are happening, and he suggested me moving here since it will
put your mind at ease a bit with this so-called puppets' master. So here I am."
With a bright smile on her face, Catherine clutched onto Rome's arm and happily said, "Now, you have
all the people that you hold so dearly in one area."
"Yeah. I guess this can clear my head a bit and help me focus on finding this so-called puppets'
master." Rome said, resting his palm over the back of her hand.
The evening shifted into the night, and ten o'clock met Rome awake in bed with his eyes fixed on the
ceiling with Catherine snuggled in his arms.
After running over all the numerous thoughts in his head, a particular one settled in his mind, " Why did
Amara reply with, 'An unknown number? Of course not,' and not asked instead, 'An unknown number? This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
Like what kind of message?'
"Everyone receives some random texts from strangers once in a while, so why didn't she care to ask?"
Rome muttered to him.
Drawing his brows together in a frown, Rome squinted his eyelid and thought, "Except she already
knew the kind of message I was asking about, so she didn't need for me to explain in more detail.
Which could only mean…!'
Slowly, Rome drew his hand from beneath Catherine and then got out of bed.
Then he took his phone from the nightstand and left the room, heading outside of the mansion because
he decided that he needed fresh air.
When Rome arrived on the balcony, he met K seated on the sofa with his gaze focused on the clouds.
"Can't find sleep?" Rome calmly uttered.
Drawing his attention away from the moon and placing it on his boss, K mumbled, "Yes."
"Me neither," Rome said, taking a seat beside him.
Then he scrolled through his phone and dialed Scar's number.
The moment his call got answered, Rome heard, "Boss, I'm sorry…"
"I understand what your dilemma was, Scar, and I'm not mad or disappointed in you." Rome calmly
uttered.
"You are not?"
"Yes. I trust you Scar, like a lot. That's why I'm giving you a new assignment."
The line grew quiet for a moment. Then Scar's voice echoed from the phone speaker filled with
enthusiasm, "Okay, boss, I'm listening."
"I need you to tail Amara," Rome said, frowning slightly. "All this mess started to happen around the
time she entered into my life, and I don't find that as a coincidence."
"Yes, boss. I will start first thing tomorrow."
"Scar, keeping track of Amara is your only assignment from now until this mess is clear. You
understand?"
"I got it, boss."
After Rome had ended the call with Scar, K looked at him and asked, "You think she's the…"
"No. But I think whoever asked her to approach me is, and I can't help feeling that she is more than just
a puppet in all of this." Rome firmly uttered.