Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Harry finally decided to gently carry Cleo down to the basement, where he parked his car.

Managed to place Cleo gently in the passenger seat beside the wheel. Then fastened the seat belt on Cleo and even provided a soft cushion for her to sleep soundly in her chair.

Harry lowered the back of Cleo's seat slightly. Then without on purpose, he could feel the smell of Cleo's perfume to even the smell of her shampoo. Harry subconsciously moistened his lips. Feeling their closeness this time was too close.

He started tracing every curve of Cleo's face from top to bottom. Caressed Cleo's silky hair gently to the side so as not to fall over her face.

Slowly but surely Harry began to stroke Cleo's eyebrows which were slightly bushy but neatly carved. Started to lower his hands down. Harry traced Cleo's red lips with a light lipstick that had faded by the end of the day.

Harry could feel those lips were seducing him. Never thought that the shadow of his imagination would shift to inappropriate things.

Harry at this moment wanted so badly to grab those lips tightly to feel his desire. But didn't want to wake Cleo.

So that he was feeling an acute dilemma. And then groaned helplessly.

He then raised his focus again. Adjusted his sitting position and started the car engine. They then returned to the residence quickly before he went any further.

Cleo woke up just as the two of them had just arrived and Harry had just turned off the engine.

She realized that she was already in the car. Cleo rubbed her eyes. Staring at Harry with a yawn once. She asked.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Cleo asked with a little tired.

This wasn't the first time that Cleo had fallen asleep and had been carried away too!

Was she really sleeping too soundly and was like a piggy, so she didn't even notice when someone was carrying her?

"You slept so well. So, I impossibly to wake you up," Harry exactly didn't do because she looked very sleepy and might be hard to wake up.

Cleo asked subconsciously, "How long have I been asleep for?" she asked still with a sleepy face.

"If I count from the first time I saw you sleeping and the time we were on our way home. About an hour."

Cleo was immediately taken aback.

"About an hour??!" she screamed, felt embarrassed. Harry didn't seem to want to make a fuss about it.

"Come out if you're fully awake. I've told Ane to prepare warm water for you. I'll catch up," Harry shouted as he packed up his belongings that had been strewn across the back seat of his car.

Cleo nodded. Then opened the car door and got out of there. Cleo's steps suddenly stopped when she just remembered something.

Cleo finally turned back to look at Harry.

"You just said that you told Aunt Ane to prepare warm water for me?" said Cleo quite surprised and could not believe her own hearing.

She immediately added.

"Since when did you become so nice?" Cleo asked and didn't mean to mock but perhaps even praised.

Because she knew Harry had shown a lot of changes on the good lately. But he even, to the point of want to busy taking care of the hot water bath without being asked and without complaint?

So, Cleo was still staring at Harry in disbelief.

"You're not planning something, are you?" Cleo asked thoughtfully.

Harry obviously couldn't have to think drowned her alive until she couldn't breathe anymore in the reminiscing roar of the hot water, could he?

"I did this because I also asked Aunt Ane to prepare warm water for me. I hear warm water is good for clearing the mind. So get rid of that ugly thought of yours!" Harry did not feel offended at all.

Cleo just said, 'Oh'.

And knew that the joke wasn't funny and Harry certainly didn't mean to do it.

Cleo then left. But immediately shouted when she realized something that caught her attention was in the living room.

Cleo then screamed hysterically.

"What really happened?!!" she blurted out unconsciously. Cleo turned quickly to him when she saw Harry was entering.

It was hard to believe what she saw. Cleo looked at Harry seriously.

"Aren't these clothes from the clothing store which we went to this afternoon?" Cleo asked while pointing to a pile of things that were crowded together in the living room with a million question marks.

Cleo felt Harry had gone too far.

"Why did you bring all those clothes home for?" she protested, didn't understand.

"For you to wear of course."

Cleo was still staring at Harry in disbelief.

"And didn't I had to say that this afternoon?"

Cleo looked at him in amazement.

"Yeah... But this is…" Cleo seemed to have lost her ability to speak.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to ask people to remodel the empty room on the first floor. And going to ask them too to fill the room with these clothes. Then these items just have only been taken partially.

So that, the rest will follow."

Cleo looks like to wants to hit his head.

"You want to add more? Whoa!"

Cleo admired Harry's brilliant idea.

"Is your brain not short-circuited?"

Harry shook his head to answering Cleo's question.

"My brain is fine. And not short-circuited."

Cleo chuckled stiffly and disdainfully.

"Okay! Ignore me. And do whatever you want!" Cleo cried, gave up then walked up to her room.

***

Alfin was already looking at Harry questioningly as he was giving the man a report for him to sign.

"I heard you recently canceled your appointment with Mr. Sticwerd. And went to the Yugio Entertainment company to accompany Cleo. Is that true?" Alfin asked with a look full of curiosity.

Harry didn't answer right away.

So that Alfin had to ask again.

"Is there something important going on there?" Alfin asked as if he caught something.

Harry looked at him lazily.

"How did you know that?" asked Harry who instead asked back.

Harry tried to guess.

"Dirga?" he guessed.

"I accidentally met Dirga during his meeting with Mr. Sticwerd yesterday afternoon. Heard directly from him that you were unable to attend. But, have you ever canceled an appointment before? I don't think so! This is called a national record! So let's go to tell me, what's bothering you?" Alfin asked, who started to feel interested for reasons he might know.

He said again.

"Does this have anything to do for the man with short hair, and the woman from yesterday?" asked Alfin, while remembering.

"I don't know how to explain it. But somehow I feel like this woman is familiar. Can I find out who she is?" asked Alfin curiously.

Harry immediately asked him in confusion.

"How did you know about them?" Harry asked with knitted brows.

"I coincidentally had a chance to pass the meeting room downstairs that day. I saw Cleo was with that man there and I didn't know that man actually worked there. Then I saw another representative from their company. The brown-haired woman looked quite familiar in my eyes. And she reminded me of someone. Did I and she know each other before?" asked Alfin questioningly.

Harry who was lazy to answer, only gave a few words.

"You may recognize the wrong person," Harry answered disinterestedly.

Alfin tried to persuade him.

"Oh come on! Don't make me curious! Coz, I'm pretty sure I've known her somewhere. I can't be wrong in recognizing people. It's just that that face looks like I haven't seen it in a long time. So, could she be one of our friends?" Alfin argued, still tried to remember but failed.

Harry then answered.

"She is Aretta. Do you remember?" said Harry with a displeased expression.

Alvin looked confused.

"Aretta? Who?" he felt didn't know her name.

But it was only a few seconds after he finished saying those two words. Alfin was already looking at Harry in amazement.

"A-Aretta your ex, do you mean? Aretta Pamella??" said Alfin still not believing it.

Harry agreed again.

Alfin was even more difficult to believe.

"Didn't you say she wasn't in this town anymore? When did she come back and how did she become an employee at your colleague's company? Then, is it just a coincidence? Or, is it some kind of destiny?" added Alfin, with the results of his own analysis.

Alfin certainly didn't know in detail about Aretta's ban on returning to the capital and about her being forcibly expelled to another city by his family.

However, Harry chose not to say anything to him so the man wouldn't get any more excited.

Alfin could, of course, also felt that Aretta was brave in determined to reappear within a fairly close radius from Harry.

"I don't know either, Alfin. But I had seen her at the airport when I came back from Singapore some time ago. And I'm sure it was her first day back to this city," Harry was recalling the silhouette of a woman he knew quite well.

Even though he didn't see her face, Harry was sure he didn't recognize her wrong at that time.

Alfin then rolled his eyes.

"I hope you don't get too carried away. And really don't know how you feel when you see that woman again. But I hope she won't have much influence on you."

Harry just listened.

"And in addition is your relationship with her has passed for a long time. So that, there is no reason for you two to reconnect with each other. And you, of course, also won't want to deal with her anymore!"

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