Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

While staring at the woman with annoyance again, Cleo took it.

"Geez. Miss, you are so careless! Look at my expensive clothes! Can't you see it was specially designed by a famous designer? Why are you so disrespectful of an art?"

Cleo made a joke again, deliberately turning up the volume of her voice so that Steven, who happened to be passing by, heard her and approached them. And as expected that man was really meddling in their two affairs.

"What is this?" Steven asked seriously seeing Cleo's dress which he had praised was stained.

Steven, who had a little bit of understanding of the situation, looked at Martha.

"You're messing around again?" Steven asked unhappily.

Cleo smiled thinly at Steven's defense.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Martha defended to herself. Steven certainly couldn't believe her.

"By spilling the glass and the cake at the same time to get her clothes dirty?" Steven asked, not accepting.

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Martha felt a little worried and cornered.

Steven was the host for this party so could Martha had some trouble with him? What's more, he was Harry's closest person!

"I did spill a drink on her shirt by accident. But the cake wasn't me who dropped it. It's just the result of her own actions that are not alert, " Martha said again with reason and excuse.

Steven looked at her in disbelief.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Harry saw the noise from afar through his watching point of view.

Harry could not hear and read their lips clearly because of their less strategic position. But he confidently knew that Martha was the first to find trouble with Cleo.

So, even though Harry remained in his position, he stood greeting a few people. Harry had quite a hard time ignoring all the little fuss that attracted some attention from others.

"What's wrong with them? Isn't one of them your wife?" an acquaintance asked Harry as they were engrossed in conversation and the commotion began to distract part of their conversation as well.

"Hmm," Harry muttered curtly and did not care.

"You're not going to help her?"

"Nope," Harry muttered curtly and kept an eye on.

"Are you sure?" the man asked again.

"Yes. Because Steven is already there," Harry said calmly. Without feeling the person assigned the task had difficulties.

"Martha, I don't want to know you did it on purpose or not. But this is my party. I don't want any fuss. And, please! If you still want to be at this party, obey the rules!"

Steven warned her, which was full of menacing tone, was also a checkmate. Making Martha inevitably give in to his wishes. And gave up on all her ideas to mess with the woman Harry brought.

With a very unhappy feeling. Martha left the two of them with a curved face.

Consider yourself lucky this time, Martha thought before leaving.

After successfully driving Martha away, Steven looked at Cleo.

"You are okay?" Steven asked, half anxious and feeling negligent in selecting his guests well.

Cleo smiled faintly.

"Yes. So far. But I need to clean myself in the toilet. Do you know where it is?" Cleo asked while still rubbing the spilled cake on her dress using a tissue. As a result, the clothes were not getting cleaner but even dirtier.

Steven saw that and showed her the way.

"Just go straight from the door and turn left. The toilet is at the end of the left side," Steven explained to Cleo, feeling guilty.

Cleo nodded in understanding and thanked him. She then walked towards the door indicated by Steven and followed his directions. Turn left when she made out of the door then continued to follow the path.

Just passing through an alley and almost at the front of the toilet, Cleo found something blocking her path ahead.

A guest appeared to be teasing a waiter at the toilet door. And to see the situation, Cleo stood for a moment in a place not too far from them.

"Sweet, you are too unfortunate to only serve as waiters. If you want, I can easily buy you what you want. What is your price? " the man said, gave his offer.

Waiters, who looked frightened, tried to distance herself from the masher. But no matter how many times the young waiter pulled away or distance herself from the man, the man continued to hold her back and get closer.

"Sir, please don't ..." the waiter exclaimed softly when the man locked herself and thrust his face to kiss her face.

"Why? Are you scared?" the man asked while tracing the waiter's face with his wild and indecent gaze.

"Sir ... don't,"

Every time the waiter continued to struggle, the masher continued to dare to fondle the waiters' body.

"Oh come on! Relax and have no fear! I won't possibly hurt you. I just want to give you pleasure and comfort that you may not have felt before. And shouldn't you thank me?" the man very exclaimed slowly and softly.

Cleo clenched her fists tightly to hold back all the angry feelings that started raging inside her. Until when her hands started to itch and she could no longer hold back her patience. Cleo knocked lightly on the wall beside her three times.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The slow beat was not able to stop his lecherous activities. And instead, it made Cleo repeat the same action with the same rhythm and number of beats to bother him.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The second beat made the man a little uncomfortable.

"Who is it? So disturbing! Can't you see that I'm busy?" the man muttered, who seemed to have lost control but did not make him turn his head in annoyance and irritation.

Cleo ignored his annoying words and knocked back on the side of the wall.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Excuse me? Is anyone here?" Cleo asked in a relaxed voice and folded hands. While waiting for a response from the person she asked.

Seeing that the man had stopped his movements, Cleo asked again.

"If there is, can you please step aside for a moment? Because you guys got in my way?" Cleo asked once again without caring. But able to make a man who had now stopped his activities turn around and reply.

"Miss! Can't you wait for a little? We are currently .. " the man choked up and became embarrassed when he saw who the woman in front of him was.

"Mrs. Cleo .." the man said a little nervous.

Cleo looked at him with interest.

"You know me?" Cleo asked, a little surprised to realize that the man actually knew her. Even though she had never seen him before.

So how did that man know about her?

"Yes, of course. You came with Mr. Harry. So how could I not recognize you?" the man said with his reason and smiled kindly. He glanced at the waiters beside him with an uncomfortable feeling and then kept his distance a little.

"If I may know, what are you doing here Madame?" the man asked with an honest, unsatisfied feeling.

Cleo took one foot forward.

"Of course to go to the toilet. Didn't I tell you that you were in my way? So I can go in, "Cleo replied by lowering her gaze a little at the waiter, who was now bowing with grief.

The man just smiled. And Cleo, who had started staring at him closely, smiled back.

"Is this your girlfriend?" Cleo asked, deliberately showing her enthusiasm.

The man spontaneously cleared his throat and swallowed his saliva.

"She?" the man asked, pointing and staring with disapproving and condescending eyes.

Cleo responded with a nod.

"Em, yes. Are you guys dating?" Cleo murmured, asking confidently.

And the man strongly argued.

"How is that possible? !! I'm dating a waiter ?! We even just met a few minutes ago. So how could she possibly be declared my girlfriend? Madame, please don't make it up!" the man scoffed. And Cleo could see the woman they were talking about clenched her hands in annoyance holding her anger.

So because she was only a waiter, that man dared to touch her but didn't dare admit her existence as a lover?

Cleo laughed at the words in her heart.

"But if that's not the case, what are you doing here with her?" Cleo asked innocently and pretended not to see what had actually happened before.

The man looked panicked and kept trying to maintain his image in front of Cleo because he knew very well the status of this woman who kept asking him.

The man scratched his head softly

"Earlier this woman accidentally tripped. And I mean to help. Sorry, if that makes you misunderstand," the man exclaimed while maintaining his image.

Cleo played innocently.

"Is it true?" She asked in uncertainty. But inwardly scoffed.

"Then, can I borrow her?" Cleo asked while pointing at her dress which was dirty due to a small incident.

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