Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Nadderine looked at Robby.

"What exactly are you people talking about? Why does our daughter even talk about our past and about your revenge? Do you really want to destroy Theodore's company because of the accident that night? Is this why you suddenly asked me to move out of this city?"

Martha looked at her mother in seriousness.

"What do you mean, Mom?" Martha didn't understand.

The three then looked at each other.

Meanwhile, Robby had sat down in his chair. Very sorry for all his actions and the big sins he has committed. Until his thoughts and bad qualities are passed down to his daughter.

***

Cleo, who was having fun and relaxing in the home, repeatedly looked around restlessly. Not pleased when three pairs of eyes continued to stare at her without stopping and moving even as if frozen like a magnet that locked her strongly.

Cleo repeatedly breathed exasperation and fortitude in her breath. Feeling a failure, then approached the three bodyguards Harry had assigned to guard her super tight.

"Are you guys want something?" Cleo offered to the three bodyguards as she was holding a glass of milk and biscuits in her hands.

The three bodyguards stared at her without blinking. They shook their head in unison and refused.

Cleo looked at the three bodyguards with a lazy gaze. Turning on one of the television stations that broadcast exclusive news which reportedly was so horrendous because there a quite famous model had done a fantastic makeover on her body on a large scale.

So that, Cleo looked at the three bodyguards, and also Aunt Ane who was preparing snacks for her in surprise. After she was satisfied toying with her archaized mind.

"Is it weird if an artist or model does plastic surgery or a major makeover of her face and body?"

Whereas far as she known, plastic surgery is one way for someone to respect themselves.

Perfecting their lacking looks and showing to the world that she too could shining like a star.

However, because the country where she lived still adheres to a more primitive theory when compared to other developing countries.

Cleo didn't get the answer that she wanted. Because everyone she asked, ignoring her. Maybe it's more appropriate that they didn't really understand the problem in the artist world.

Cleo suddenly thought of something in feeling bored.

Hastily took her cellphone which was on the dining table and ignored a series of men who followed her like chicks behind their mother.

Cleo contacts Sofia, the hero in an urgent situation.

After the second ringtone, Cleo's phone was connected.

"Hello, dear? How come you call me?"

Sofia intelligently asked a question.

"Are you bored? That's why you want to accompany Grandma on walks?"

Cleo nodded excitedly.

"That's right, Grandma! But if you object, I might be able to take Christina with me."

Sofia smiled.

"I can't possibly felt object and refuse you, Honey!"

This decisiveness provoked Cleo's wide smile. Mention the appropriate place and time.

One of the reporters was still voicing the results of his report.

"The beautiful model with the initials MC, aka Martharine Chalisse, has submitted herself to quit the world of entertainment and modeling. Now the Dutch-blooded woman seems to have convinced herself that all the news circulating about her is true, "

"Everyone was made a commotion. Feeling that the beautiful model should not lie to the public."

"All companies now don't want to work with her. And several haters seemed to have thronged the front hall of their agency to ask for the model to be included in the nominations for the award for 'the best top model 2020' which will be held next week,"

Cleo seemed to be watching the news carefully. Believing with absolute certainty that the woman in question was the Martha he knew. Cleo subconsciously muttered.

"So, all of her sexiness is imitation?" Cleo muttered in amazement and disbelief at the thought of all the external beauty that Martha displayed was human-made.

Martha must have paid dearly for all her body forms at a fantastic price. And Cleo regretted Martha's fate which was to be unfortunate now. 

Cleo then took her bag and walked out through the door. But just now Cleo was about to open the door and leave the house.

The three damn guards instead stopped her by spreading his right arm wide. Cleo frowned.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked displeased when the three men stopped her from leaving.

One of the guards had come forward to speak. Made Cleo take a few steps back to keep her distance because she still wasn't used to being around strangers after the last incident. One of them had already replied to Cleo.

"You'd better stay indoors because that's an order!"

Cleo raised one eyebrow in displeasure.

"I said get out of the way!!" she was still acted coldly and resolutely.

But no one person avoided.

"Once again, I say you cannot leave this house without Mr. Harry's permission. We're just following orders and running errands. You better understand. This is all for your safety!"

Cleo sighed in exasperation.

"What's for my safety if you guys just want to lock me up? Right now I ask you to step aside! This is an order!"

The three well-built men didn't want to listen to her at all.

Until one of them then contacted Harry on their fast-speed dial using earphones that had been embedded in their ears from the start.

Harry, who had just finished talking to his client, answered the phone call and asked.

"What is it?"

The guard had already mentioned his complaint.

"I'm sorry, Mister. Mrs. Cleo suddenly insisted on going out. We have prevented and banned it. But she still insisted and didn't want to listen to us. We need your suggestion."

Cleo narrowed her eyes to sneer at the big man who was now complaining like a child.

"Okay. I understand. I'll call her then." Harry turned off his cell phone. Call Cleo and talk straight away.

"Where are you going? And what do you want?" Harry asked straight to the point.

"Anywhere. Is that not allowed?"

Harry replied coldly.

"Didn't I tell you to stay home and not go anywhere?" Harry replied in a slightly curt tone and was not pleased if his words were taken as wind.

Cleo pouted.

"I don't like being stuck in the home! Just try to be me. Are you going to stay at home for a long time and not do any work?" Cleo protested with a series of uneasy feelings.

Harry replied casually.

"Who told you don't to do any work? Isn't there a lot of fun work you can do? I'm not asking you to do nothing up."

Cleo was defiant.

"But I want to go out home. I already have an appointment with grandma to meet her."

Harry immediately turned off his cell phone without a word. Called her grandmother and asked her to cancel the meetup. Sofia was acting just as stubborn as Cleo.

"Don't restrain her, Harry. As much as you care about her and didn't want her to get hurt. But if it's too much, she would felt tired."

Harry sighed. And give up. He called Cleo back.

"Let her go and you're must go with her wherever she goes. Ah, no! Report to me every five minutes or one second? Anyway, let me know as soon as you can without stopping."

The three guards immediately looked at each other. I shuddered and could only surrender.

Harry Miles was do something strange again. Booked a restaurant where Cleo and Sofia would meet. Harry Miles really exerted his power to act as he pleased.

Ethan Anggara was present in their midst. Surprised when the restaurant where they had a meetup was Ethan's restaurant. Ethan was precisely even more surprised when he found out that Cleo was Sofia's granddaughter-in-law.

It was made him hard to say anything and really disappointed. He kept it all in his heart. Even to the point where Harry was present in their midst because he wasn't comfortable giving full trust to his guards.

"What did you two discuss?" Having just arrived, Harry had taken a seat right next to Cleo. Joined with them and be so calm. Although he was repeatedly surprised to seen Ethan there.

Harry's bodyguard didn't lie while making the report. Said that Cleo and Sofia have a surprise guest.

Harry threw an annoyed protest at his grandmother.

"What is grandma doing?" Sofia lightly hit Harry's hand which he had placed on the table. Looks fierce and ready to rebuke him firmly. Sofia glared.

"You haven't greeted me yet. But after coming, you're immediately to sit and ask as you please. Have you forgotten the polite which I taught you?" Sofia protested to educating.

Harry obediently gave a greeting. Being to obeyed and maintain manners. Harry asked straight to the point as curiosity continued to tickle him.

"How do you two know each other?" Harry pointed at Ethan and Sofia immediately understood.

"Ethan is Aunt Winda's son. And this restaurant is his privately. We met by chance because Ethan was checking the state of his restaurant. Until he started to be interested in approaching grandmother when he saw all the black coat troops standing around us. Can you explain in more detail why you have to make security so tight?" Sofia's sarcasm made Harry flinch for a moment.

Not interested in explaining. And lazy to explain. Sofia's fierce gaze melted Harry's stubbornness to be indifferent.

"Harry just wants to give you the protection you deserve."