Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Harry who was given a question, glanced at the report then immediately gave an answer.

"Of course it's because the place is not strategic enough," Harry said briefly, which Cleo immediately understood quickly.

Ah, that's the answer. It makes sense, Cleo thought.

"Then how about this?" Cleo asked another question.

"These two problems clearly use the same source and calculation method. But why are the results different?" Cleo asked, pointing to the part that she meant.

Harry looked at the matter, then answered again.

"It's because you added a lot of weird variables on the side. Obviously, you didn't find it," Harry said while crossing out some parts that really didn't need to be calculated. And rewrite the correct calculation along with the answer.

Cleo followed Harry's explanation well and smiled happily at his answer.

Every time she asked and Harry answered. The answer kept on being easily understood by Cleo. So without Cleo realizing it, some of the reports that she had done were related to how a business can work.

Harry, who now knew Cleo's plans to open a shop. Regardless of whether the shop was big or small and going forward or not. He decided that he would still openly support Cleo.

So he told Dirga to insert some important information related to all the efforts needed to run a business in order to make it easier. And left completely the practical affairs of the person concerned.

But when Cleo brushed all her hair to the other side of her left side. Harry stared at the scene in displeasure and annoyance.

"Do you often do that in front of Dirga when he explains something to you?" Harry asked quite seriously and suddenly. Making Cleo look at him confused.

Harry repeated his words.

"Your hair! Do you often do it like that?" Harry asked coldly. Cleo immediately noticed her hair.

Was there a prohibition not to let your hair down like this?

Cleo stared in amazement. But trying to answer the right one.

"I have no idea. I don't really remember, " Cleo exclaimed, actually making fun of it because she didn't remember it herself.

Cleo then wanted to come back to ask the follow-up question. However, because Harry's mood had gone downhill, Harry didn't give her much response. Seeing that, Cleo suddenly realized something and hurriedly kept her distance from Harry.

Harry, who had been watching her, looked at her, did not understanding. He then asked a question.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked while raising an eyebrow. And folded his arms to wait for an answer.

"I almost forgot the distance you set. 50 centimeters can't be less! It is not like that?" Cleo replied quickly. She then hurriedly tidied up her documents and asked Harry's permission to go to the pantry to fill his drinking water. And Harry who was sneered let Cleo for a while. Then resumed his work again.

Today, Cleo finally returned to the pantry for the second time in a long time since he had never been there because Harry's secretary always got a drink for him on the table every day.

But because the drink had run out and she wanted to take a little walk to relieve fatigue. Cleo reluctantly returned to the place that once drew her irritation.

The pantry room looked empty when Cleo entered it. And strangely there was a piece of paper written on the front door.

' Do not chat in the pantry for any length of time '

As if reading strange writing, Cleo glared as she read the bold text.

"Since when was this writing installed? Looks like the last time the writing wasn't there? " Cleo muttered quietly as she filled her glass with jasmine-scented tea and returned to her workplace without waiting too long.

When she returned, Cleo was instead presented with an ambiguous view.

Harry and Dirga face each other. With Harry's position sitting in his swivel chair and Dirga who was standing opposite him, bending slightly to touch Harry's collar. Cleo found the two of them holding hands.

Harry's left hand touched Dirga's right hand which touched Harry's neck. So when Cleo caught something that she shouldn't have seen, Cleo immediately screamed in panic.

"Ah, sorry!! I do not know. You guys just go ahead!!" Cleo exclaimed on reflex.

Until she hurriedly turned to face the door and was about to walk out. Meanwhile, Harry and Dirga, who didn't understand Cleo's attitude, looked at each other. Those who didn't take long finally understood a few things, awkwardly distanced themselves from each other.

Cleo, who had succeeded in closing the door, moaned in pain from outside the door.

"Aw !! Shstt !! " she shouted in pain.

Her finger spilled the hot tea that she brought because the tea was shaking when Cleo hurried out of Harry's room, without having time to estimate the shock.

Harry, who heard Cleo moaning in pain, immediately walked towards her and approached Cleo anxiously.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked worriedly.

Cleo, who had put her glass on the floor, touched her right finger uncertainly. Meanwhile, Harry, who saw Cleo's red finger, immediately pulled the woman in and sat her down on the sofa.

Turned slightly towards Dirga and told him to take the medicine box immediately. Then looked at Cleo a little annoyed when he saw Dirga had left.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Harry asked unhappily, "Are you being chased by someone?"

Cleo looked away and waved her hand slowly.

"I just don't want to interfere. I thought you guys .. "

Cleo hung her words with pause and thought nonsense. Chose the right word to complement her speech and didn't even find it. Until Harry looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

"I thought you guys what? Hem?" Harry asked, while asking for an explanation. And Cleo was silent on a thousand languages.

There's no way, Cleo would say that they were making out at the office, right? And Cleo just caught them doing something nonsense! Although some people have talked about their relationship behind them.

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