Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Sofia looked up at a high iron fence and swooped down in front of her. She hadn't come to this villa in a long time. So that at this time, after she was standing right in front of the door. One by one memory of this place flashed through her mind without her trying to remember.

Everything was still the same in appearance. It was nothing had changed except for the damage and the vines running around the walls all the way to the iron fence.

Sofia was disappointed to see that this villa was not well taken care of by its residents. Sofia glanced at Ash.

"How is his condition? And is there anything he wants to tell me?"

Ash looked down.

"He refused your request, Ma'am. He's also not willing to help you because he thinks this is the stupidest thing he would ever do for you."

Sofia had expected that.

Therefore he came by herself and would try to persuade him directly. Sofia's eyes narrowed.

"Including money and a new house. He still rejects it. Because he thinks it's not important?"

Ash nodded.

Sofia removed some of the vines that were preventing her from reaching the door.

Sofia put on an annoyed face every time she took a step.

"I have to rebuke him really hard! He should also realize his madness in leaving this house abandoned!"

Derian looked at Sofia leaving with a worried look. He waited in the car after Ash accompanied Sofia into the house. And guided Sofia very carefully because the house looked very gloomy.

Derian even shouted encouragingly with his strange words.

"Be careful, madam! Then, come back safely!"

Ash was taken aback.

"What is he really worried about? And did he think you were going to the battlefield?"

Sofia told Ash to ignore Derian's silliness.

The conditions inside the house did not get better than the outside house situation. Everything is messed up and can't be saved!

Sofia let out a long sigh after she rubbed her forehead in frustration.

"What has he been doing all this time? Is there any human who could and deserve to live in a terrible house like this?"

Ash and Sofia had to cough a few times because of the thick dust that was sticking up and flying everywhere.

"Cough.. cough..!"

"This is so bad! Then I started to think that the owner of this house might be dead."

Ash was silent hearing the cruelty in Sofia's words. However, in Ash's heart. He was also very surprised when he arrived at this house for the first time. Everything looks dangerous. A person may die from lack of oxygen and air poisoning.

Sofia was still seen checking her surroundings. He almost had trouble seeing because the lights were so dim. His head grew dizzy after seeing several mice running around.

Sofia suddenly turned around and walked to the exit.

"I believe that we entered the wrong house. Let's go out and find the real thing!"

Ash stopped Sofia.

"That's impossible, Ma'am. I've spoken to that person in this house. And I can't go wrong coming home."

Sofia had to turn around again to face the house. Her mind was messed up. She had almost forgotten her main purpose in coming to this house because she was too shocked and breathless.

Sofia was trying hard.

"Where is he? And show me the way!"

A voice had greeted Sofia. Standing in the dark. Sofia had a hard time seeing his appearance.

"What are you doing here? And why did you bring extra guests here?" That indifferent and cold voice startled Sofia and Ash.

"Sir Oscar. Is that you?"

Oscar came out of his hiding place. He stood casually dragging his feet like a habit.

Sofia wasn't sure she saw the right person.

"Are you… Oscar?"

Sofia doubted her own assumptions.

She really barely recognized who the man standing in front of her was at this moment. The man was very sloppy with long hair that covered part of his face. Mustache and thick beard do not give the impression of good looks.

Sanity was so hard to find behind those eyes and fantastic looks.

"How did you grow up all this time? Then, why do you seem to live in prehistoric times?!"

Sofia touched the nape of her neck.

She was even reluctant to choose a seat to relieve the fatigue in her back, while they were in the living room. She was not afraid of getting her clothes dirty. She just wasn't afraid that the thick sofa that looked like it had never been used would able collapse if she sat on it deliberately and slowly.

Oscar wore a thick white sweater. He gave a smile.

"I'm glad to see you. And I know what your purpose to come here for," Oscar glanced at Ash briefly.

Sofia laughed dryly.

"Is this how you greeting me?"

"Right. Because I didn't know you would come today. I couldn't possibly greet you with great joy either."

Sofia's head continued to throb.

"What exactly happened to your appearance? Why are you suddenly like this? Are you okay? Your brain is fine?"

Oscar sat down on the sofa Sofia didn't dare sit on.

"More than good."

Sofia doubted the casual answer.

"What kind of better do you mean? You look so messed up! I barely even recognized you!"

Oscar got rid of the hair that covered part of his face.

"You didn't recognize my face?"

Sofia averted her gaze.

"Don't mess up your appearance with that face!"

Oscar looked deeply.

"What kind of mess did you mean?!" Oscar felt there was nothing wrong with his figure.

Sofia chuckled.

"Tell me the truth. When was the last time you cut your hair?"

Oscar weighed his answer.

"A year ago," the answer sounded ambiguous. Sofia's questions didn't stop there.

"When was the last time you left this house?"

"Two months ago."

"Then, when was the last time you showered and washed your hair?"

Ash looked horrified and did not want to hear the answer.

Oscar stared up at the ceiling before he was answering Sofia's question.

"Um.. I don't remember. Maybe a month ago?"

Ash immediately felt nauseous. He held himself back to look fine. Even though his stomach was churning.

Oscar didn't seem to care about other people's reactions.

"What is Grandma doing here?" asked Oscar unkindly, "Didn't I refuse your demand?"

Sofia looked at him so seriously.

"Yes. But I came not to hear your beating. You must be thinking again and succumbed."

Oscar poked his ear with his long pinky fingernail. The decision was still the same.

"I'm not going to help you, grandma. Go out from this. Because I'm still sane!"

Sofia aimed sharply at Oscar's eyes.

"Did you just say that I'm crazy for asking you to do that?"

Oscar tucked the tip of his pinky into an ear. He didn't want to be sympathetic. He also didn't want to be a brat even though he could have done that.

"Yes. Therefore, find someone else and equip him!"

Sofia clenched her fists.

"You know better than anyone that that person has to be you!"

Oscar replied fiercely.

"But I don't want it! I don't want to sacrifice. I also don't want to be a cheater. I don't want to harm anyone. And I don't want to be a helper!"

Sofia couldn't help but hold back her emotions by gritting her teeth.

"I firmly believe that Ash has told you everything. About Harry who had an accident. His condition is now in a coma and requires special care. He couldn't work normally even though he realized later because of the limited ability he had to accept. I can't even guarantee when he will come out of his coma and recover."

Oscar had heard it all. He had been surprised before. But now, it only leaves a hint of concern. But that doesn't guarantee that he has to intervene.

Oscar then stood up arrogantly.

"I can understand your situation. But by making me both a shadow and a substitute. You think that makes sense?!"

Sofia was adamant.

"How is that not possible when your faces and his are so identical? You guys have no sibling relationship. Your parents are not blood. But you can inherit Harry's handsomeness identically! Then, what could be more perfect than this?!"

Oscar laughed at that joke.

He really had a hard time imagining where the idea came from in Sofia's mind. He had thought Sofia was a smart woman. But unfortunately, he seems to be wrong.

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