Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Harry watched Cleo closely as he saw her coming out of the bathroom with wet hair. Harry kept checking her expression.

"Are you feeling much better now?" Harry asked while was putting down his iPad. And throw away all his current number two affairs. Then with confidence and courage, he seemed to be able to announce to the world that Cleo had now become his main priority above all else.

"Em, yeah. I've been much better. And thank you very much for all your help. And, I don't know what I would do if you weren't there."

Harry felt this was not a exactly statement.

"But in reality, I believed that I was the one who involved you. That person must be aiming for me. And you were also dragged along for marrying me."

Great disappointment crossed Harry's face.

He wanted to get rid of all the disturber. But everything required a process. So, Harry was now trying to distract himself and shake off his muddled thoughts.

"You want me to help you dry your hair?"

Cleo shook her head gently.

"No need. I can do it myself…"

But Harry's hand was already moving to take the towel from Cleo's. Touching her hair with the other hand. And ready to fulfill his word. Harry sat Cleo down on the bed.

"Let me do it. And you sit down quietly. Enjoy your leisure time and don't argue."

Cleo decided to give up. But just only for a moment Harry's good intentions, he carried out sincerely. Complaints came out of Cleo's mouth.

"Excuse me, Sir! Do you understand well how to dry hair? Why did you bury my face in the towel you were supposed to run my hair with?"

Cleo then gave advice.

"The hair-dryer is in the second drawer of my dresser. You can use that instead of ruining my face with your strength."

Harry just smirked.

Keep wiping Cleo's head with a towel and prefer to use the manual method. Cleo looked up.

"You prefer manual work instead of using something practical?"

"I will stick to the practical way. But the manual method, I don't think there's anything wrong to utilizing it too."

Cleo chose didn't to prolong the problem.

Hiding the strange feeling that was beating in her heart. Then felt every warm touch that Harry gave her.

Cleo subconsciously closed her eyes.

Feeling peaceful and safe after the shock had gone through without being alone. Cleo also secretly enjoyed Harry's soft touch. And, started to wonder either.

Was this the way Harry treated Aretta when she was still his lover?

That's why it's hard for Aretta to find a better man? Even though sometimes there are plenty of teasing wolves out there?

Had ever got lost. But eventually, judging that Harry was the best man she ever had?

Harry's words messed up the daydream and comfort she had just getting.

"I've made my decision, Cleo. I will cancel our marriage contract. And you have to agree to it."

Cleo stopped Harry's strokes hand. She looked up and she looked serious.

"What do you mean?" she asked anxiously.

"I will cancel our marriage contract. Let's get married for real and make a new marriage contract in the truest sense."

Cleo thought too long to digest Harry's words.

She wasn't a fool who couldn't read Harry's heart which had somehow become quite clear. However, Harry's current serious request was too much of a surprise to her.

She had not prepared her heart and she did not know what kind of future awaited them. Did Harry really like her? And this was not the kind of feeling there was because he was used to seeing her? Or maybe, a means to channel his pent-up desire that didn't find the Aretta figure he wanted?

Cleo lowered her gaze.

Harry had already crouched in front of Cleo while also touching Cleo's hand.

"What about? Don't you want to? And you want to reject it?"

Harry couldn't help the feeling of disappointment and great nervousness he felt from the fear of rejection. Then, not once or twice had he felt this bitterness. Because until now Cleo's feelings for him still haven't found a clear direction.

"I want you and just crave you. Can't wait until the term of this contract expired, only then after that, I would deeply regret my foolishness to waste the woman who has filled my heart."

Harry caught his breath.

"I am not a romantic or poetic man. But what I say is purely from the bottom of my heart and is honest. No lies whatsoever. And there is no doubt. I want to choose you as my life partner."

"Couldn't have chosen another time, if this was the only opportunity I could use. Out of fear, there might be another intruder who doesn't approve of our relationship and then messes up the moment I've worked so hard to build."

Harry stared at Cleo intently. Touched her cheek and this time he was so serious.

"Will you be my only wife? To be my life companion and not leave me no matter what?"

Cleo burst into tears.

She had never heard such a heartbreaking declaration of love. And she understood that deepest meaning well.

That Harry wanted her. Just she was the only one. And forever was her. And for her.

Cleo couldn't imagine. What stupid woman would reject a man as masculine and gentle as Harry? Ough, he was her adorable polar bear.

Cleo kissed smoothly the hand was caressing her face. Feeling calm and comfortable without a single word that can describe it.

Cleo acted boldly, pulling Harry's face closer to hers. Then kissing lips that continue to speak sweetly and make her heart drift beyond measure.

Cleo's kiss got its reward. And it felt so soft just like the feeling Harry gave her.

 "I love you too, Harry. I don't know when and how it's all started. I can only remember one thing. I love you and love you so much. So, now our feelings are mutual?"

Cleo and Harry both smiled happily. Laugh at their series of disputes ranging from trivial to difficult matters. Cleo and Harry couldn't deny that it was the spices that allowed them to spark the fire of love.

The two then continued their passionate kiss after feeling the previous gentle kiss was not enough to express their feelings. For this time, Harry was performing more dominant. He grabbed Cleo's pink lips after pulling the tiny chin closer.

Cleo put her hands on Harry's shoulders. Carved a pleased smile on her face and enjoyed the temptation she couldn't resist.

"I love you too. Too much. And maybe bigger than you have known. Then even more so than you felt toward me."

Cleo pulled her lips away slightly.

"How can you measure the level of whose feelings are more?"

Cleo really liked Harry's words of love. But she had a hard time understanding some things.

"Do you mean to brag about that pride of yours?"

A happy smile never left Harry's lips since his love was reciprocated. But this was a satanic temptation for Cleo.

"Then, stop smiling like that. Because your face has become so dazzling in my eyes! I'm afraid of being sedated and I'm afraid it's hard to wake up from this dream!"

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