Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Any in-laws would want a good woman to be their daughter-in-law. They wanted a daughter-in-law who was obedient and less demanding.

So, should she act casual when she meets Harry's grandmother later instead of overdoing it and looks unnatural? That would be bad.

After all, it seemed that this would be the meeting which Mrs Sofia was looking forward to because she wanted a granddaughter-in-law of her grandson, Harry Miles.

But ... could it be that easy?

If necessary, should she add some flavouring between her stories to make it sound more dramatic and less boring?

Um… it looked like, Cleo would do that if necessary. She clearly couldn't just explain things about herself so openly.

Moreover, Harry's secretary had also given her the power to freely make any story about her relationship with Harry in front of Mrs Sofia, as long as it was still reasonable.

Hah ~ the more you thought about it, the more it made your head feel dizzy!!

Without realising it, Cleo's eyes had closed, and she fell asleep that night.

Who knew what kind of dream she was dreaming of afterwards since a glimpse of a smile appeared on her lips. It was as if she was having a sweet dream and refused to wake up to her real world.

Because of that, Cleo woke up late the next morning. She was so surprised when she opened her eyes after she found the time on her clock pointed at 8 am. Cleo hastily got up and took a shower to clean up all of herself.

In no more than ten minutes, she had finished preparing. After taking the bag and locking the door, Cleo immediately rushed to the main road and ordered a taxi to take her to the hospital.

She didn't forget to stop at the store for minutes to buy some fruit and wrap them into a parcel.

Then, no more than half an hour after she purchased some of the fruits, Cleo had arrived at a big hospital with an increasingly uncertain feeling.

The more she stepped into the hospital and circled every corner of the corridor there, the more Cleo felt that her heartbeat was beating faster and more chaotic than ever, due to nervousness.

While catching her breath and easing the tension on one of her cold palms, Cleo timidly knocked on the door of Mrs Sofia's room on the third floor of the hospital.

With a hint of hesitation, she slowly opened the room's door 303 and tilted her head inside.

"Excuse me, is this really Mrs Sofia's room?" Cleo asked. As soon as she pushed her upper body into the room, she found two women in the room, staring at her in surprise.

An old woman was sitting on a bed in hospital clothes, and another woman was sitting beside her on a chair that was near the bed. The woman was also an old lady. Maybe she was a guest too.

Feeling uncomfortable because the two women did not answer Cleo's question and instead looked at her in surprise and confusion, Cleo repeated her question once again.

"Is this really Mrs Sofia's room?" Cleo repeatedly asked.

The two women initially threw glances at each other. Until then, one of them answered.

"It is true. But who are you and what are you doing here?" the woman, who sat on the chair, asked Cleo.

Cleo was relieved to hear this answer. It meant that she had knocked on the correct door. Because of that, Cleo, which just inclined her head into the room, immediately moved forward to show her whole self.

With a polite attitude, she stood up and began to introduce herself to the two women in front of her, while of course, not forgetting to put on the widest smile she could make.

"Ah...Good morning!! Let me introduce myself. My name is Cleo Alayster. I am the girlfriend of your grandson, Harry Miles. Emm ... Sorry for visiting just now. Are you better ma'am?" Cleo greeted the two and asked them in one breath.

She didn't know the right words to say hello. But at least the greeting wasn't bad.

The two old women, who were in the room, looked at each other. Cleo did not catch any awkwardness in their gazes until she saw Mrs Sofia, the woman sitting on the bed, raised her voice.

"You....are you, my grandson...Harry Miles' girlfriend?" the woman asked in a shocked tone.

Cleo nodded. "Yes."

"Are you serious?! You are my grandson, Harry Miles' girlfriend?? THAT Harry Miles Theodore??"

Cleo felt a lot of disbelief in Harry's Grandma' speech, which she blurted out in reflex.

She could confidently nod her head for the first question, but the second question started to make Cleo confused about what to reply to.

Isn't one nod enough?

"Yes. I am his girlfriend. I know you may be shocked. But it is true. I am Harry's girlfriend, your grandson. Is that fact– hard to believe? Are you still in doubt?" Cleo doubtfully asked and was not sure of her decision to come there.

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