Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Cleo looked at Dirga casually then stood up.

"Never mind, I'm fine. Don't think about what I said earlier. I'm just emotional for a moment. So, did you come here because your boss asked you to find me?" Cleo asked, while taking the glass that she put beside her.

Dirga nodded.

"Yes. Mr. Harry asked me to look for you as he noticed that you had been missing for quite a long time. Then, can we go back right now?" Dirga asked doubtfully but also hopefully.

Cleo said yes.

"Of course. I know your work is awful. So I can't possibly bother you for too long. Only that your boss is weird! I disappeared or not, isn't it the same? After all, my job is completely useless. Whether it is done or not, it makes no difference. I know they were given to me, just to fill my spare time! Then, why did he need to see me in his room? Isn't that very imprecise?" Cleo said sarcastically with various words while walking toward the outside.

Dirga followed from behind.

"Of course all this Mr Harry did because he was worried that you might get lost somewhere and don't know your way back to the office," Dirga defended, on behalf of.

Cleo laughed crisply, "You think so?"

Cleo's stomach felt shaken. She looked at Dirga with one eyebrow raised.

"Don't make a plea for him! That's definitely not possible! How could that ice head worry about me? Was he the one who asked you to always talk like that to all those who belittle him? Defending it at any time without sorting through the situation, it was definitely not the right thing. I'm sure you will know about that, " Cleo said, reminded.

And Dirga still answered Cleo seriously.

"That's right, miss. How could you not believe me? Haven't I never lied to you all this time?" Dirga exclaimed to convince Cleo.

But Cleo laughed instead.

"Really? Then, let me remember whether you ever lied to me or not before, " Cleo said, half jokingly.

Dirga couldn't help but be silent and confused about what to reply.

The two of them went down. And not realizing that someone besides them had also been there and listened to their entire conversation since earlier.

Harry came out of his hiding place. And looked at the departure of Cleo and Dirga with a deep expression.

Since he received a text from Dirga about Cleo's whereabouts, he was on the roof. Harry, who happened to be at a location not far from there, went to meet the two of them.

Who would have thought that he would hear something unexpected.

So anyone dared to talk of bad things about the woman who was his wife from behind without his knowledge? And it even happened in his own office?

Um ... looks like that person is too brave, Harry said to himself, he thought about something seriously.

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Meanwhile, Cleo, who had returned to Harry's office, was confused about not finding Harry in his room. Because of that she turned around in surprise and asked.

"Didn't you say, he was looking for me?" Cleo asked lazily to Dirga who looked also confused about where his young master had gone.

Cleo raised her eyebrows slightly and asked back with half annoyed.

"Did he go to the toilet? Or does he have another schedule? " Cleo asked randomly.

Dirga hesitated to answer.

Because the two of them had just came here together. So, where did Dirga would know where his boss went without him installing a tracking device? After all, didn't Mr. Harry always had to report anything to him?

Dirga answered politely.

"I don't know, miss. But it looks like Mr. Harry might be going to the toilet right now because I know he has no schedule at the moment," Dirga explained, explaining what he knew.

Cleo nodded and understood.

But just as she was about to turn around and return to her place to continue her stupid action, Harry's sudden voice startled her.

"Are you looking for me?" Harry asked silently as he took his steps.

Cleo immediately looked at him in surprise.

"Jeez !! What are you doing? Do you need to surprise me like that?! " Cleo asked in protest and was annoyed that Harry had surprised her twice!

"Do you really have the hidden intention of making me die suddenly of a heart attack?" Cleo gave a sarcastic and grumbling insinuation.

Cleo did not have heart disease. But if that man just kept appearing silently from behind and startled her over and over again without warning and preparation, whose heart would last ??

Harry looked at Cleo with deep eyes.

"What are you doing out there?" Harry asked, investigating.

Cleo immediately responded lazily.

Shouldn't she get some fresh air when the air in the room started to get so stuffy?

Initially Cleo was really lazy to answer. But when she saw Harry seemed as if he was waiting for an answer from her. Cleo couldn't help but give the answer.

"I just took a short walk. I heard your office has a very comfortable rooftop. I just want to try and feel it. Is that not allowed?" Cleo replied calmly while throwing a smile full of indifference whether her words would be replied or not.

Harry squinted his eyes slightly.

Meanwhile Cleo took some papers that were on the table, then sighed. She stared at the row of documents with a serious expression.

The words Cleo heard accidentally in the pantry were still ringing in her ears. So to get rid of all the annoyance and bad feelings that had been haunting her ever since, Cleo took an ipod and intended to plug it in her ear.

"Why? Do your work is not a lot enough?" Harry asked without flinching before Cleo choked her ear with earphones.

Cleo looked at Harry.

"Why? Do you want to add it?" Cleo asked randomly.

Harry glanced at Dirga. While pointing at some documents, he ordered Dirga to hand them over to Cleo. Cleo looked at him without understanding.

"I'll give the copy and sort work to someone else. You just work on the document in accordance with Dirga's direction. He knows what to do with the data for you to work with. The rest don't bother me," Harry said shortly. Then he sank back into his job.

Cleo and Dirga looked at each other.

"Did you say something to him?" Cleo asked, trying to guess.

"No, miss. Didn't we just come back from the rooftop together?" Dirga exclaimed, asking back.

Both of them returned to focus on doing their work.

With several directions from Dirga, Cleo quickly was able to do her job until it was time to go home. So even on the way home, Cleo kept smiling for a few times without realizing it herself.

But Harry, who was beside her, realized that. They came home with the results of Cleo's work report in Harry's hand.

"Um ... it's not that bad," Harry thought in judgment. Cleo didn't know that.

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So for some time after Cleo began to be given some additional work by Dirga on Harry's instructions. Cleo endlessly stared at the pile of documents in front of her eyes with a calculating scale.

Cleo had indeed complained about her lack of work, not even having any work to do. But, ever since she complained about her work being too trivial, Dirga kept adding additional work to her from that day until now.

So, with an expression that was powerless, Cleo looked at Dirga with a sense of sympathy.

"Isn't this too much?" Cleo asked wholeheartedly and totally did not understand the meaning of the work that was being added. Even though she did not work for them to become an office worker.

But being the wife of a very handsome businessman and having a grandmother watching over her!

Then instead, she was assigned to be a good and obedient wife. Cleo was even assigned to do an office job too ?! Wow!! What a violent of power!

Cleo cursed in annoyance.

Dirga responded to Cleo casually.

"It's still not an exaggeration, miss!" Dirga exclaimed calmly while looking at Cleo with a serious face.

"Because your previous work was quite good and satisfying. Mr. Harry wants to hone your skills even further. For that, the documents that I bring you today, please analyze. And if there is something that is not right, wrong or odd, please tell it immediately."

While putting his hands on the two books that were thick and had many offensive terms. Dirga explained several things related to all the data he brought in an outline.

Until all the explanations made Cleo look at him worriedly.

"What if I misanalyze the report? Are you sure you will give this job to me? After all, I don't really know about .. management and planning?"

Cleo slightly lowered the corner of her eye to read some words that she managed to catch from the books.

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