Chapter Eighty

Catherine's POV:

I remained seated on his lap while he spoke on the phone and as soon as he was done, I turned to him.

"Is something wrong?"

He sighed and slipped his fingers into his hair before letting out a deep sigh. "Well, not really. I just need to see someone and it's really urgent."

I pushed to my feet immediately, pushing the plate aside before turning to him. "Are you going to be gone for long? I can wait if that's what you want."

He pushed to his feet and shook his head. "Whenever he calls, I'd spend the whole day there or running around. It's just a lot that had to be done. Can you drive back home? Or I could ask someone to drive you home."

"Oh, don't worry," I pulled my keys out of my bag and dangled it in his face. "I came with a car. I drove here so going back isn't going to be so hard for me."

Sighing, he nodded and picked his phone and his keys next before pulling me into a hug and kissing me. "Drive safe."

"How do I lock your office?"

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