Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

"Come on! Come and sit down. Tell me more about your relationship with Harry. Ah, I mean Mr Harry. How did you meet? " Mrs. Sofia asked when she had put her butt on the park bench.

Cleo, who just woke up from her daydream, she immediately looked confused.

It seemed that Mrs. Sofia's assistant was more interested in her than Mrs. Sofia herself.

Did this grandmother have a son or grandchild that she wanted to match Cleo with after hearing the story earlier?

Cleo patted her head lightly so that she returned to her logic.

"Why? Is it just because I'm Mrs. Sofia's personal assistant, that you don't think I deserve to hear your story? " Mrs. Sofia asked, her eyes narrowed.

"Ah, no-no! Of course, I don't think so. I was surprised that you were more interested in hearing my story than Mrs. Sofia. However, this is related to her. But it seems she doesn't care," Cleo complained softly.

She then looked at Mrs. Sofia.

"Er ... Do you want me to tell you?" Cleo asked.

"Yes, of course. That's why I'm asking you. Actually, I've worked there for decades. So, I've considered Mr. Harry as my grandson too. Yeah although, of course, there are no blood ties between us, but wouldn't a family appear anywhere if we wanted to?" Mrs. Sofia explained

"Family can appear anywhere if we want it?" said Cleo in her heart.

Cleo smiled at that. Somehow, those words hit Cleo's heart.

"You're right. No wonder, they have employed you all this time. They must really trust you," Cleo replied warmly.

"Then, do you already want to sit and chat with me?" Mrs. Sofia asked again.

Cleo immediately felt bad. She took a seat right next to Mrs. Sofia and began to tell her story.

"We met at an art show. Not on purpose, of course. At that time, I accidentally spilled something on Harry's shirt. At first, I insisted on borrowing the coat he was wearing to take it home and clean it in the laundry as a form of my responsibility. But as you might have guessed, Harry flatly rejected it at the time." Cleo smiled bitterly.

This was a fictional story that she had completely made up purely freely.

She got an idea about starting her fake encounter with Harry based on the novel she had read recently.

Instead of focusing on the scene between Harry and Cleo, Mrs. Sofia focused on something else.

"Harry's going to an art show?" Mrs. Sofia asked in amazement.

"I've never heard him set foot in a place like that. Art performances, museums, or any kind of performing arts. As far as I know, he never took any interest in it," said Mrs. Sofia with great confidence, which made Cleo panic.

Cleo smiled stiffly.

"Yes, you are right. Harry never took an interest in art or anything like that. But you certainly don't know very much about your Master. I heard, even though Harry doesn't really like those kinds of events, he definitely can't turn down the invitations that come to him sometimes. Besides that, he also has to go there once or twice to find information or visit a friend's exhibition, right? " Cleo explained, trying to hide her lies.

Mrs. Sofia nodded in agreement.

"Yes. You're right. Then?"

Cleo was happy because her fake answer was acceptable.

With a sigh of relief, Cleo continued her story.

"I tried to get Harry's coat at that time and bring it home to clean up. After that, we met again when I came to return his coat," Cleo continued with a happy feeling because she didn't think that she was so talented in making a story.

"Did you meet him in person?" Mrs. Sofia asked in surprise.

"Of course," Cleo immediately nodded.

"Isn't there secretary Dirga nearby?" Mrs. Sofia asked again, a little confused.

Cleo looked back at her, confused.

"You must know Harry's secretary, Dirgantara, right? He usually takes care of most of Harry's unimportant and important matters." Mrs. Sofia explained, who saw Cleo's confused face.

Ah! Cleo finally understood the meaning of Mrs. Sofia's question.

Harry was a very busy man and didn't have much time to take care of unnecessary matters.

Just to receive back his coat, which had been washed clean by someone he didn't know, Harry indeed couldn't possibly have intervened himself to take it directly.

That man would ask his secretary, Dirga, to replace him, take care of everything that made him bother.

It was the same as yesterday. When Harry asked Dirga to meet her to talk about the contract marriage he proposed.

"I asked him directly to meet," Cleo replied quickly before she was suspected.

"I don't think it's very ethical if I return the item through someone else's intermediary. And at that moment, it seemed like Harry agreed with me too. Um, a little information, actually I'm a little embarrassed to say. Umm, Harry said, he was already attracted to me when we first met. So because of that, when we meet again, Harry is quite enthusiastic about having a third, fourth, and so on," Cleo continued, feeling uncertain.

Great!! She had made up a lot of untrue stories!

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