Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

A situation was starting to force Cleo to think seriously and awkwardly. Made Harry turn to her either. And noticed the confused look on Cleo's face, then asked her. It was as if he could read Cleo's mind precisely.

"What's wrong with you? Is there a new problem that you are thinking about? Or, is there a complicated matter troubling your mind?"

Cleo shook her head weakly.

"I just feel like Jenny's childhood photo reminds me of something. Maybe I've seen her face somewhere that I haven't remembered where?"

Cleo still couldn't find the answer to this question.

Whereas Harry had reached over her shoulder and gently stroked Cleo's arm.

"I really know you want to make a high contribution for me. But if you didn't manage to remember. You don't need to force your brain to work harder. I have a great team that I can trust. So, you don't have to worry and leave the entire search effort to us."

Harry tried to calm Cleo again.

"Then, Jenny's face might be easy for you to find anywhere. Because the average children's faces are similar."

Cleo doubted the statement.

"The average children's faces are the same?" She repeated.

She seemed to realize that Harry was making a joke. But she didn't laugh at all. And instead, she sighed. And no longer continued her disturbing questions.

"Erm… alright. Maybe, you are correct. And even though these words of yours have not been able to make me feel better. I will accept it. And slowly by slowly, I will try to remember it. Then immediately tell you if I've remembered that."

They both then decided to return home.

Although in the first sequence, Harry had planned to book a hotel room for them. But he canceled the plan because Arthur had managed to deal with all the reporters who were faithfully waiting in front of their house for a piece of exclusive news.

Harry finally decided that the home was the most comfortable place for them to rest.

Now, Harry and Cleo could stroll leisurely into their house. And dispel Ane's anxiety.

"Everything is fine, Aunt. So don't worry too much and help us fill our stomachs. Because my wife's appetite has decreased."

Ane nodded obediently.

Walked back to her favorite spot and made dinner.

Cleo still wasn't sure she could put the food into her mouth. She looked at Harry doubtfully and began to speak.

"I might better rest if that's what you want too."

Harry said otherwise.

"But alas, I'm so hungry. And you also have to eat even though you have lost your hunger in your brain due to this incident."

Cleo inevitably gave in.

Heeded Harry's request and didn't protest. Though she wasn't lying when she said she needed a long rest more.

The two of them ended up eating together in silence.

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Cleo discovered something was wrong when she had entered her room and opened the wardrobe. Found some other oddities and then protested. Cleo blocked Harry's way.

"You… have already moved your things here and acted as the owner of my room? Although it is true that you are the owner of the house and all that is in it. But, you moved your stuff without talking to me first?"

Harry folded his arms and found that Cleo's protest was strange.

"We've officially husband and wife. So can't I move my stuff here? Then, you wish we would separate the beds like before?"

Cleo flinched.

She agreed to Harry's defense. And she couldn't dodge.

"Okay, That makes sense. But, why didn't you talk to me first?"

Cleo looked around.

"It's like I'm not in my room anymore. It's like this is indeed my room. But everything has changed. So I started to feel strange and didn't recognize them."

Harry understood that.

"Um. Very precise. But do you want to know what the exact reason is?"

Harry sighed first before continuing his words.

"Your room was so disorganized. Your wardrobe was like a place of child's toys. And I'm having a hard time finding what I'm looking for in this room. So I asked Aunt Ane to tidy it up."

Harry took one step forward up to aim at Cleo with his eyes.

"Then how did you manage to stay alive in this magnificent room? And forbid Aunt Ane to touch your room because you promised her you would take good care of this place?"

Cleo gulped.

She understood Harry's malicious comments well.

"Because of that! It's a mistake if you want to share a room with me. Even though you still haven't managed to get rid of that neat, clean, and orderly personality of yours!"

Harry snorted.

"Then, did you just want to kick me out?"

Cleo defended herself.

"You know that's not what I meant. I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Vice versa."

Harry's eyes narrowed.

"So in conclusion, you don't feel comfortable with me?"

Cleo wet her lips in nervousness. Harry was still continuing his assumption.

"Then, you are so bothered and didn't want me? Also, you want me to miss this precious opportunity?"

Cleo gasped. Involuntarily back away and kept the distance.

"Precious... opportunity? What do you mean?"

Harry flashed a handsome smile.

"What do you think?"

Deliberately playing with Cleo's hair, Harry did that while staring warily. Creating new tension and strange feelings present in Cleo's heart.

Those beautiful eyes couldn't turn to look at their interlocutor even though they were nervous.

Harry represented Cleo answering the questions.

"All the time I spent with you was precious time, Cleo. So whatever other obstacles, I hope it won't reduce our intensity to always be together."

Cleo thought the sentence was inappropriate and straightened up.

"However, how can you say that line in this situation?"

There's a lot of chaos out there. Although it was not fatal. But all the slanted accusations are being leveled at Harry and his family. However, how could Harry be so light on the matter?

Cleo gave a doubtful look even though her soul was already tickled at the subtle touch and the aiming gaze.

Harry continued not to let his attention be distracted by anything else.

"Why, indeed? I'm not making up stories when I say that everything becomes very precious when I'm with you. Then I don't care about anything else. As long as we can be together and as long as we love each other. I don't need anything else. And don't want to think about any point other than you."

Cleo gasped.

"Wait. Have you been a true liar all this time? Lying about yourself not being good at saying romantic lines? Then, pretending to be cold towards women when in fact you are a reliable tactical controller behind the scenes?

Harry flashed a smile. Presenting the inevitable handsomeness of his face that cannot be easily forgotten. That beautiful and soothing voice whispered beside Cleo's ear.

"I'm not lying about that, Cleo. I am a man who would rather be honest than a lie. Besides, of course, my old case with grandma. I've been cold-hearted all along."

Cleo furrowed her brows. Harry continued to be honest.

"That's what I hear from people. And that's what they often complain about."

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