Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Hearing her name mentioned, Cleo immediately stopped her steps right in front of the doorway with great curiosity. She could clearly hear what everyone else was saying after they said her name.

 "Yes. Don't you see it?" one of the other women asked. Who knows who, Cleo didn't recognize her.

 Cleo frowned.

 Actually, what did they want to talk about her? Why did she feel like she had such a bad feeling after this? Did they want to gossip about her? Cleo knew that gossip was a powerful way to relieve work stress.

But should they talk about their own Mistress?

 Cleo frowned in dissatisfaction.

 "I've been in the President Director's room several times. And every time I looked, Mrs. Cleo always just sat in the room and was silent and didn't do anything. So don't you think that's a little strange?" another woman asked, who seemed provoked by her friend's words before Cleo approached the pantry.

 Em ... so it's not just one or two people who were currently gossiping? But three people at once because there were three different kinds of voices? Didn't they have any other work besides taking care of the mistress of the boss?

 Hah! What a subordinate who really needed to ... be directed!

 Even though she was upset, Cleo still wanted to know what the three women wanted to talk about her. While holding her ears wide, Cleo held back all her anxiety not to open the door and bump into it.

 "Of course it's weird! If she came here just to relax and do nothing, what was she doing here?! Isn't that if the woman wanted to do that, she could do it in the house? What was she doing in her husband's office? To watch over her husband for a full 24 hours?" a woman shrieked in horror.

 Everyone sounded surprised, and so did the person they were talking about.

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 Watch him for the whole 24 hours?

 Cleo pursed her lips without disapproving.

"Just looking at her pissed me off! Don't you feel that way? You know yourself, we do a lot of work. But instead of helping out, this one of our Mistresses is just resting and spending her time sculpting and doing nothing! Don't you think that's annoying enough?"

 Cleo continued to listen to the words that were like a poisonous snake in calm.

 "You're right, I've been in his room once because Chief Mark asked me to get an autograph from the President. But I didn't expect, Mistress to come to the office even to take a nap! Sleeping in front of her own husband who is seriously working! Isn't that too much?" another woman provoked.

 Cleo almost bursted out laughing loudly.

 In the public eye, Harry was clearly her husband. So she can't even sleep in front of him? They had to separate rooms?

 Cleo thought about those words for a moment. Yes, they never sleep in the same room and never will. But, just sleeping soundly nearby shouldn't it be a problem?

 Why did they bother taking care of where Cleo should sleep? Were they his parents?

 "Didn't I told you, if Mrs. Cleo didn't come to work," another said.

 "Even for one or two days, Secretary Dirga gave her light work. Still it's not worth of her status! Just copying and shorting data? Can not an OG (office girl) in this office also do that?"

The three women laughed.

 "So you dare to equate our young lady's status with an OG?" someone taunted again.

 "Just because she is our boss's wife, she thinks she can just enjoy life! I'm sure, if all the wives of entrepreneurs are like her, sooner or later their companies will definitely go bankrupt!" someone shouted confidently.

 Cleo heard in amazement.

 "And what's even more shocking is, I heard that she only comes from ordinary people who suddenly became very rich because she married Mr. Harry. I'm sure, she must have thought that her life was like she had gotten such a windfall that she didn't have to do anything else. And just raise your legs up high and do make up!"

 "I wonder, what did Mr. Harry see from her? Why can he marry such a woman? Are the women out of stock? I don't see anything special about her at all."

 "Oh yes, she even asked me how to use the coffee machine at the pantry. Can you imagine it? She can't even just make coffee? How can she serve her husband? Oh, the world is sure will collapse if all women like her!"

 Oh, so she was the woman who helped Cleo make coffee? If I'm not mistaken at that time, she called herself Mella. According to Cleo, one of Harry's secretary who was sexy and quite sassy.

 Because she couldn't get his boss's heart. Now that woman wanted to attack her? What kind of words? If all women were like her, the world would collapse?

Hoh! On the other hand, if all women were like that big-chested woman, surely the earth will explode because that woman will surely gave birth to so many offspring that this land cannot accommodate all the children she gave birth to!

 Cleo looked annoyed at the door in front of her now. As people said, a person's patience has its limits. So that, if you can't help it. You better open it up and enter.

 Cleo walked beautifully into the pantry. She took a set of coffee to brew and poured it into an empty glass. While of course, ignoring all the pairs of eyes that were staring at her in panic at that moment.

 Without giving much expression, Cleo just continued to enjoy her good time, receiving scared stares from the three pairs of beautiful eyes who kept staring at her without making a sound.

 Uh, no.

 Real voice. But so quietly, that Cloe didn't want to hear it.

 "Madame .. since when did you .." a woman with a beautiful face and black hair in a bob voiced her question doubtfully.

 Cleo also hesitantly replied. Sh gave the wire-toothed bob hair woman a flat look.

"Yes?" She asked with a smile.

The bob woman stared thunderingly and in horror. Only the woman named Mella looked the most tense among the others because Cleo knew she was the one who talked badly about her the most.

So that the woman must be very afraid right now, Cleo will report this problem to Harry and made them possibly got fired.

It was the worst that they expected.

However, they would be wrong if they thought Cleo would report this matter to her husband. That man couldn't possibly care of what happened to her. Never mind! Seeing Cleo parachuting from the top of his office building at this time, Harry will definitely not care!

So where can Cleo confidently complain about this problem to people whose more likely will laugh at her?

"You guys ask since when I am in the doorway?" Cleo asked in a friendly manner. So friendly that it made the three women even more nervous.

Cleo smiled amused seeing the attitude of the three.

"Of course I have been here since you guys talked about me. Why not continue? Is it not fun right now?" Cleo asked, casually attacking. But actually in her heart she really held back her frustration.

It must all have happened because of that stupid ice!

If he didn't make Cleo looked like the beautiful mannequin in his study. Cleo cannot possibly be a soft spectacle and gossip for women who were eyeing her husband's heart.

See the consequences of men who loved to spread the charms without even realizing it!

Cleo remembered of some things she accidentally heard in the office toilet.

"Have you seen Mr. Harry's wife?" one of the girls in the toilet asked enthusiastically.

At that time, Cleo had stomachache and she listened to their conversation silently for a long time in one of the toilet cubicles. So that none of them knew, the center of their conversation was in the same toilet as the gossip.

"Yes. What do you think?" the other girl asked.

"She's so .. ordinary!" the first woman exclaimed in a tone that was condescending and also a little jealous.

The second girl replied, "You're right! She is not so pretty! She's only a little pretty if she's polished. But the rest, very not comparable to our Mr Harry, who is unbelievably handsome! "

That melodious girl really made Cleo gawk.

"Does Mr. Harry have myopic?" the first woman asked.

"Obviously there are many beautiful women around him. But he chose such an ordinary woman to be his wife instead? Hah .. I'm even more beautiful than her," the first woman said with a tone of disappointment and pressure.

Until their conversation ended with several other curses that were more specific about Cleo's body, which they didn't think of something interesting at all.

Cleo had a headache when she heard that.

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