Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

 Harry who saw that could only frown slightly. A sign he didn't understand.

 So, was that all she has to say?

 Then, Harry's cluelessness grew even more over the next few days.

 When Harry accidentally caught Cleo coming home late enough to his house and sneaking in like a thief. Harry could not help but rebuke her.

 "Where have you been?" Harry asked while leaning his body against one of the walls facing the door and Cleo's current position.

Cleo, who at that time had tried to keep her voice to a minimum, did not think that her return would attract someone's attention and appearance.

 So that it can not be prevented. Cleo shouted.

 "Jeez!! What are you doing? Why are you standing like a ghost like that? Do you want to make all my hearts loose and scattered?" Cleo asked unconsciously because she was too surprised.

 Harry responded casually to Cleo shouted. He looked at Cleo with his eyes like an eagle, then folded his arms.

 "So all your hearts can be separated and possibly scattered as well?" Harry asked in an odd manner.

 Cleo looked at him in disbelief.

 "How many hearts do you have? To the extent that all of your heart can escape and then scatter? If that happens, I need to collect them and put them together like a puzzle?" Harry added deliberately making his words sound creepy.

 Cleo rounded her eyes even more.

 Was his brain shorting?

***

Of course everyone only has one heart! That was why, if his heart was shocked by a mysterious figure who was like a ghost, it kept beating and exploding. The heart will break and fall everywhere like trash! Was that all he didn't even know?

 Cleo silently cursed with a sneer.

 "You have not answer my question. Where have you been?" Harry asked, repeating his unanswered question unhappily.

 Harry never liked it when he had to repeat his questions. Didn't this lady, Cleo, even know that?

 Cleo, who had adjusted her heart pump, gave an answer.

 "I was only away for a while, and accidentally ran into friends there. That's why we chatted for a while, and without knowing it, it was already dark. Did I, wake you up?" Cleo asked, trying to make small talk and glanced at a nearby big clock.

 Eight o'clock in the evening. And it wasn't just not Harry's bedtime. But also wasn't his time to be home?

 Was his work, which had been so much, now started to decrease? That's why he came home so quickly and unexpectedly? Why was the workaholic, who usually came home after ten or eleven in the evening, already in the house at eight in the evening?!

Was his watch broken? Or the clock at his house which was now broken?

 Cleo glanced back at the second hand on the wall clock.

 All went and worked fine. Then what was this ice man doing here? Waiting for her to come home? Ha ha!! That's definitely not possible!

 But to be honest, Cleo actually lied by saying that today she just met a friend and chatted with them. For whatever reason, none of that was true.

 Today was the second day Cleo took a bread making course at one of the advertise Cleo accidentally saw, when she was walking with Harry's grandmother the other day.

 Because still regret that there was still a long time to go and still wanted to continue the routine of making some dough based on what had been taught. Cleo lost track of time and rented the cooking place for more than what she had promised.

 But because, since the beginning Cleo hadn't said anything about this tuition. Cleo did not find the right words for reason to go home a little late.

 But, since when did this man care so much about what she was doing? Was Harry afraid that Cleo will do something nonsense? That's why he asked her?

 Seeing that Harry didn't say anything, Cleo immediately issued a statement.

"You don't need to worry. I didn't go to see Grandma. I'm purely doing a little activity that can cheer me up. That's all," Cleo said, trying to calm him down and also explain.

 Cleo didn't want Harry to misunderstand her again. And because hse didn't notice the look on Harry's face, which seemed like he wanted to say something, but didn't. Cleo didn't ask anything about Harry's mood change.

 Harry looked at Cleo indifferently.

 "Of course I'm not worried about that. It's just ... this house, not a hotel or just a bedroom for you to come in and out of as you please? You obviously can't just wander around here and there without a clear purpose, " Harry said in his usual sarcastic tone.

 Cleo looked at him in disbelief, "What did you say?"

 "Next month, there is an event that you and I must attend. Prepare yourself and don't do anything nonsense," Harry said while warning her.

 Cleo's anger immediately calmed down.

 So Harry was waiting for her just to say that? Why didn't he say it tomorrow? After all, they will also meet tomorrow for a whole day without being changed? Why did he bother saying that this time and startled her on purpose?

 Was that Harry actually unemployed and now he's so easily demented that he's free and afraid he'll forget to tell her?

But, he has Dirga as a remainder! What was he afraid of?!

Besides, realize you Cleo!

The one who was currently unemployed was not Harry, but you!

 You actually didn't have a job and become a snob goat. Was it time for you to tease other people?

 Cleo didn't get excited again when she recalled the gloomy time of tomorrow. Cleo limply replied to Harry's words.

 "Okay. I understand," Cleo said quietly. While turning around and walking towards her room.

 Harry stared at Cleo's departure with narrowed eyes. There was a kind of unpleasant feeling he felt when he saw her back away.

 So, besides being smart in acting and clever in overcoming various kinds of urgent situations. Cleo was also included in the ranks of people who were very diligent and hardworking too?

 If it were back then, Harry would probably think Cleo did all the hard work to pay off all her debts immediately. But now, after all of her debts have been paid off, Cleo still wanted to reorganize her future by opening a small business?

 Then, why did she want to be a baker? Weren't there many other endeavors she could get into?

 Harry sighed lazily.

Since when did he start getting dizzy thinking about other people's business? Especially in the affairs of a woman who have never been considered by him so far? Was it because that woman was quite difficult to understand and predict, Harry was now starting to get curious?!

 Harry thought hard in his heart of all the oddities.

 Until finally he asked Dirga to give him some light work.

 "There are a lot of documents that need to tidying up and making copies," Harry exclaimed suddenly.

 "Yes?" Dirga looked at Harry.

 "Just tell that woman to do it. Well, this is to fill her empty time. If she doesn't want to, that's fine," Harry said indifferently as he resumed his work.

 Dirga agreed and returned to his place.

***

After successfully finding several documents intended by Harry, Dirga went straight to Cleo.

 "Miss, because you don't have any work at the moment. Could you help me make copies of some of these documents?" Dirga asked politely and pointed to the document he was carrying.

 Dirga put a copy machine and several documents in front of Cleo.

 Cleo looked at all the items given by Dirga.

 "I just need to copy and sort them?" Cleo asked to redefine her work.

 Dirga nodded, "That's right, miss. You can right? You just have to put the document sheet up here, then press the button. Everything will be copied automatically," Dirga explained, giving some pointers with his directions.

 "Okay. I understand, " Cleo exclaimed in agreement.

 Who would have thought that such a brief stint would actually make some people stare and talk about it in secret and displeasure? How could Cleo predict that?

Harry's office was not only well-equipped when it comes to a canteen. But also a pantry or kitchen that really provided all the facilities needed by everyone completely.

 All kinds of tea and coffee, sweet drinks, cold and fizzy drinks, to even energy drinks. Everything was provided completely there. Not only that, in the pantry there were also various kinds of small snacks to prop up the stomach when the employees' overtime sometimes happens.

 That's why, this place was often the place to chat for workers who have just been able to relax themselves from the many routine work in arrears. Like this time, when Cleo was about to go inside without knocking. She overheard someone openly talking about herself.

"You mean, Mrs. Cleo?" one of the women from the pantry asked.

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