Chapter Forty-Eight

 Finally, after preparing multiple dishes, Rome set the table and left the kitchen.

When he arrived into the shop, he met Catherine and Mr. Miller, chatting happily, and the corners of his lips rose.

At that moment, Catherine's gaze swayed towards him, and she bore worry in her eyes as she watched sweats dripping down his skin.

“Are you okay?” Catherine asked, standing to her feet.

“Yes, the table is set. You and dad should come and eat.” Rome said as his cheeks dimple.

A few minutes later, they were all seated around the table in the kitchen, and Mr. Miller's eyes twinkled while he inhaled deeply and then mumbled, “I missed the smell of food cooked by you.”

“Is his cooking that good?” Catherine asked, gazing at Mr. Miller.

“Yeah. You should give it a try.”

“Okay,”

After a brief pause, Catherine picked up her fork, wrapped spaghetti around it, and took a bite.

“This is really good!” Catherine mumble