Living with the billionaires 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

Late into the night, under a moonlit sky, Catherine and Ronnie finally arrived home, their footsteps echoing through the tranquil darkness. Ronnie had spent the evening at the office, leaving Catherine feeling not just sleepy, but utterly drained as they crossed the threshold of the mansion.

With the tenderness that had defined their relationship, Ronnie gallantly offered to carry Catherine to bed, his strong arms poised for the task. However, a sweet and gentle smile crept across Catherine's face as she lovingly declined his chivalrous gesture. She knew that her drowsy mind might concoct delightful dreams if left to its own devices.

In the dimly lit foyer, Ronnie suddenly patted his pockets, his expression shifting to one of mild concern and apology. "I forgot my phone," he admitted with a hint of self-chastisement.

Catherine, despite her fatigue, responded with unwavering affection, her eyes filled with understanding. She yawned delicately and waved a languid hand in