Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

"Are you starting to like strenuous exercise now? Why does your body look more muscular and darker? Have you been doing a lot of jogging lately?"

Oscar raised one eyebrow.

"I didn't expect you to be so considerate. You even quickly notice a difference!" Oscar didn't look panicked as Cleo quickly noticed the difference in his body and Harry's. Though women usually rarely pay attention to these complex things.

Cleo wasn't suspicious at all.

Everything she saw before her eyes were exactly like Harry. Even their voices have been fine-tuned through some regular practice to make them look the same. Oscar could be said to be a great actor.

He was perfect in portraying the figure of Harry. That all thanked his collaboration with Dirga. He had also actually learned a lot about Harry's personality since childhood.

It's all because of his mother.

The strange woman who was so obsessed with Harry. And wants his son to be like someone else's son.

The dimness of light in Oscar's eyes disappeared in an instant as he walked closer towards the king bed in front of him.

He couldn't sleep in the same bed. Because if Harry woke up from his coma later, he was going to beat Oscar so badly. He would also probably strangle Oscar mercilessly by the neck.

Oscar spoke carelessly while looking for a solution.

"Give me an honest answer. Is my body looks like better now or my before body?"

Oscar could proudly ask this choice. He always keeps her body in good shape how chaotic her daily life has been.

He was diligent in exercising. He also did not allow his body muscles to be over-built or weak. He balanced things out pretty well. So he was sure Harry's standard body wouldn't be able to match him.

Cleo stared at him in disbelief.

"Did you just ask me to compliment your new body?"

Oscar nodded. She sat on the big black sofa and dried her hair.

"Yeah, please! If this body amazes you."

Cleo frowned. Confused about when Harry has so big self-confidence?

Ah, impossible!

Harry had a big head since along. But only his arrogance in this time was more ridiculous.

"In my eyes, it's just the same. And you don't have to brag about it!"

Oscar concluded that Cleo was stingy when it came to giving compliments. But he could at least be grateful that Cleo didn't mind too much of the difference between him and Harry that she'd already had the chance to talk about.

Cleo asked a new question.

"What projects have you been working on so far? How important was it so that you have forgotten about me?"

Oscar was annoyed that this question was brought up again.

"I'm sure it doesn't matter now, Cleo. We'd better talk about something else. Like your pregnancy, for example? We haven't finished that discussion yet. I've also helped you make an appointment with the obstetrician for tomorrow."

Cleo's attention was distracted.

"I need to check my womb. Thanks for reminding me."

Cleo lowered her gaze.

"But, do you have time to accompany me when I'm sure you will be so busy in working up what you left behind for over a month."

Cleo's eyes lit up.

"Then, I also have a special request!"

Oscar looked carefully.

"Say it! If I can. I will do it."

Cleo climbed onto the bed and pulled up the covers.

"The cake and bread shop will be opening soon. I want you to attend there. And being a shop master too."

Oscar raised one eyebrow. Ignoring for a moment how comfortable Cleo was sleeping in front of him without realizing that the man standing before her was another man.

"When is the event?"

Cleo yawned.

"Just about two more weeks. And set your schedule for that day."

Oscar nodded in understanding and was willing to accept. Although he wasn't sure whether his identity had not been revealed during that time or had.

Cleo patted the bed beside her?

"You don't want to sleep? You will continue to stand there and only watch me?"

Oscar rubbed his face.

"I'll catch up later. I still have work to do. And you better sleep early."

Cleo straightened her body.

"You still want to work at this hour?"

Cleo couldn't want to understand. Oscar nodded. He looked here and there. He finally walked over to Harry's desk and opened the laptop afterward.

"Several messages came in unison to my email. I have to read and check it before I'm going to bed."

Cleo sighed.

Won't force Oscar anymore and played down.

"I'm going to bed first. But make sure you'll catch up soon enough."

Oscar didn't answer.

He was still racking his brains and finding excuses after he had made one promise to would never touch Cleo on the bed.

Oscar saw that Cleo had her back to him. Oscar used the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief. Stealing glances at Cleo a few times and fiddling with Harry's laptop. Oscar silently cursed.

Unlucky! Why doesn't this rigid robot have any quality games on his expensive laptop?!

Has he never played games?

Oscar recalled how Harry's old habit was.

Harry had a habit of studying since childhood. He rarely played games or enjoyed other children's games. The bad habit turned out to continue into adulthood.

Oscar let out a long sigh.

He started to open a browser and download some games onto Harry's laptop.

He spent a few minutes playing games and listening to music through his Bluetooth earphones. Looked so serious. But after a few minutes passed. He had symptoms of boredom. Wanted to see and confirm Cleo's level of her sleep.

He walked towards the bed. Waving a few times in front of Cleo's face. He couldn't find any movement from Cleo's position.

Oscar made a quick conclusion that Cleo had fallen asleep. He then gave a smile. Opened Harry's wardrobe. And randomly picked up the leather jacket he found first.

He took the car keys on top of the safe box. He also quietly opened the bedroom door and slipped out. The guards were waiting for him at the gate. Looking confused as Oscar drives by in one of his blue sports car collections.

Oscar cleared his throat once as he was about to answer the confused guards.

"I'll be out for a bit. Don't tell anyone. And open the gate!"

Two guards rushed to open the gate while their feelings were still filled with shock. Oscar flashed a happy smile before walking away and putting his brown glasses back on.

The guards just watched that car leave away while looking at each other a few times. One of them contacted Dirga.

"Hello, Mr. Dirga. You issued orders for us to report any unusual things Mr. Harry did after this day."

"But one day still has not passed, Mr. Harry was already rushing away in the middle of the night driving just alone. Should we hurry up to follow him now? And starting to keep an eye on him, sir?"

Dirga's drowsiness disappeared in an instant. He gently massaged his forehead.

"What is he going to do in the middle of the night then? Is he joking?"

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