Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Harry got out of his plan. He took Cleo to lunch at a restaurant that was not too far from the base where they were previously.

This unfamiliarity invited a frown on Cleo's forehead. It made her feel like something was wrong and something wasn't right. Cleo looked straight at Harry's figure with a super serious and slightly depressed expression.

Cleo even deliberately flashed a faint smile to show the same composure.

"You can still eat as peace and comfort as this without feeling like your actions were wrong?"

Cleo cast a disbelieving look. She was taken aback and She was very flattered by Harry's obedience to listening to all her requests perfectly.

Harry, still maintaining that mindset, glanced at Cleo.

"Why? You're not hungry? Then, you want to rectify what you said about my need to be calm and not impulsive?"

Cleo gave a helpless look. She nodded and agreed with Harry's words.

"Yes. Because it seems I've been worrying too much about you. But your current attitude is way beyond my expectations. So I seem to have to start wondering, am I just hallucinating this morning? Or perhaps, misinterpreting an important event?!"

Cleo still hadn't touched her lunch as she hadn't found the word comfort popping up above her head.

"However, how can you so freely sit and eat in such a peaceful manner when there are dozens of pairs of eyes glancing at you?"

Cleo stared at Harry without blinking. Her eyeballs grew. And she had seen Harry manage to shove a few pieces of meat into his mouth. And didn't feel bothered or watched at all.

Cleo kept on complaining about Harry's out-of-place weirdness. Almost clapped in praise of Harry's skill. But she immediately abandoned this intention because there were already many pairs of eyes watching them using a hurry and anxiously.

Cleo tried to be patient.

"Hey. Stop making me worry even with your flat face. If you want to be angry, sad, or be a mess. I will serve you. But if you act as if nothing happened and ignore them. I may have no other choice but to set up an appointment with your psychiatrist!"

Harry stopped his food intake. Wipe the lips with a handkerchief. Then tilted his head forward after glancing slightly at the visitor who had not stopped watching them, especially him.

Harry announced a solution that Cleo had not thought of.

"If they didn't make you feel comfortable, how about if I'm kicking them out? So that only then you're will feel comfortable and finish your lunch without complaint?"

Cleo swallowed oval her words whole. She was stunned either. And she admitted that she was getting used to Harry's unpredictable behavior. But for this time, the useless offer she refused.

"You want to kick them out?" this statement was more like a satire. Because Cleo purposely voiced those words in a mocking and weak tone.

But Harry nodded confidently as he took a few sips of expresso.

The whispers came back without them wanting to.

"Isn't he the first grandson of the Theodore family who the broadcasters are talking about?"

"What was he doing here? And why was he not responding to the rumors that are spreading about his family?"

"Why could he eat in peace there? Then why doesn't he try to improve the bad rumors about his family too?"

Someone tried to silence his friend's mouth.

"Shut up, man! Don't talk and be careful! Didn't you see them coming with their bodyguards?"

Cleo finally tried to chew her food slowly after spooning a spoonful of Fried flat noodles into her mouth.

Kiky contacted Harry regarding Sofia.

"Hello, Bro. Grandma is aware and can be visited. Come here quickly if you want to meet or check her condition."

The phone call was going just brief.

Cleo asked anxiously.

"What's happened? Did any new matter arise?"

Harry shook his head.

"No. But, grandma is awake. And we were asked to return to the hospital."

Cleo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really? Oh, thank god. I'm pleased to hear it. However, how are you going to explain this situation?"

Harry refused to think hard. He's sure there's no need to hide anything from his grandma. And there was no point in keeping the secret about the trouble Sofia's second son had made to their family. After Grandma was able to see for herself this morning how Muliawan behaved.

Harry then stood up. Surprising the entire pair of eyes that watched him in silence, including Cleo.

"We should go out and please finish your lunch on the way."

Cleo rejected the offer.

"No need. My appetite has been gone since morning. And I didn't want to impose myself anymore."

Harry finally chose to give up. Didn't force Cleo again and took Cleo out of the restaurant together.

Many journalists have already gathered in front of the restaurant. After out of nowhere they managed to get information on the whereabouts of Harry and Cleo.

They both glanced of full meaning to each other and gasped while being protected by the guards.

"What's going on? And could might someone have leaked your whereabouts?"

Cleo subconsciously snickered.

"This is why I didn't want to follow your plan to come so openly to this restaurant. After a few tv stations have already spread your face and your family's face after they have broadcasted your second uncle's accusation."

Several reporters came forward to get news sources.

"Mr. Harry! Can you explain a little bit about the news circulating about your family?"

"Was it true what Mr. Muliawan said about your family, especially regarding your late father and your grandmother?"

"Was it true that your father and grandmother have been cruel to Mr. Muliawan?"

"Please, give your confirmation. And told to us what really happened?"

"Then, if that's all true. Can you explain why your family was giving such inhumane compensation to their own family?

"Equalizing the life of a small child with a few percent stake on the family. So, can you explain how this issue deserves all of us to think it was fair?!"

"Mr. Harry! Please confirm back from you and your cooperation!"

Harry's bodyguards had boycotted the reporters so they could not approach or even touch Harry. But the loud questions they asked Harry couldn't just ignore.

So if it weren't for Cleo's tight grip, Harry would have cast his wrath on the flock.

Harry issued an order in a cold tone.

"Overcome them and get rid of them!"

Harry then pulled Cleo to his side. He hugged her tightly and tried to protect her. Harry was still echoing the orders his bodyguards had to carry out without any error.

"Write down their names and what their company names are. Send me the list and let's get to see what gifts I will give them for free."

Harry immediately pulled Cleo into the car. Ignoring some of the small commotions he left behind. And out of the corner of his eye and in the rearview mirror, he could see the crowd flinching and faltering after being threatened by him.

Harry thought briefly about this disturbing attack.

'Uncle found out that I hated reporters and the media. Because of that, he purposely attacked me in this annoying manner?! So should I praise his wise attitude?'

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