Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Chapter 116 - 116 ( Need To Go To Hospital )



Harry, who couldn't sleep that night, tried to talk back to Cleo. Want to apologize because he had to do something silly. Harry, who realized that Cleo must have fallen asleep. Decided to return to his room.

Harry felt the emptiness on the other side of the bed. Felt strange for a moment with that thought. Harry did not expect that he, who normally could only sleep when he was alone, was looking for other women around him.

Had he started to go insane? He cursed before closing his eyes. Slept in a somehow uneasy position. Harry finally slept an hour later whilst dreaming of something strange.

Harry actually dreamed of Cleo in his dreams?

Shit !! His mind cursed and tried to erase his dreams. Harry finally fell asleep soundly after he put his thoughts about Cleo out of his mind.

Harry did not think that Cleo could damage his brain cells. Felt that his life will be more difficult after this. Harry prepared himself for the worst.

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Until time passed quickly after that day.

Armed with his experience not to be disturbed by all of Cleo's attitudes that influenced him. Harry tried to keep his distance from Cleo. Tried not to interact with her too much.

Harry tried to ignore any curiosity about her. And threw away his thoughts not to keep thinking about her. Felt that his brain was starting to have problems that he even had to ask Dirga this.

"Do I need to go to the hospital?" Harry asked anxiously. He looked at Cleo a little with a look as if he wanted to give up and get rid of whatever was in front of his eyes.

Dirga without thinking instead answered his question casually when being asked.

"No need, sir. You have done your health check two days ago. And the results from the hospital show that you are very, very healthy," Dirga describing Harry's perfect health.

Harry then looked at Dirga seriously. Dirga, who felt that Harry's words were not a joke, slightly tilted his head to the side with a knotted eyebrow.

"Are you feeling sick somewhere?" asked Dirga, asking about his master's condition.

"Yes. My brain and my mind! Looks like I need to go to Dr. Stand to ask him to X-ray my brain. Make an appointment with him right away," Harry said softly and felt his brain like going to break.

Dirga looked at him doubtfully.

"But soon, you have an important meeting with investors. Will you be okay that long?" Dirga looks worried about Harry's serious words.

Harry gave him a little lazy glance then said.

"Is the meeting more important than my health?" asked Harry with a flat expression. He did not have the desire to respond to Dirga, but also cannot if he did not reply to him.

"Then, I will make an appointment with Dr. Stand immediately," said Dirga, quickly took out his cellphone and looked for Dr. Stand's contact. Harry stopped him.

"No need. I seem to know what the trigger is," said Harry suddenly with a floating speech that was difficult for Dirga to understand. Dirga looked at his boss in surprise.

"You don't get sick?" Dirga asked seriously and stared in amazement.

Harry found the question a little strange. What pain could it not be cancellation? Pain is pain. Indeed, had he been treated so that he has got well?

"Dr. Stand certainly won't be able to cure me," Harry said briefly giving the reason that he did not need Dr. Stand to treat him. Dirga quickly replied.

"Then I will find another doctor who is more skilled," Dirga exclaimed while checking his cellphone to find another well-known doctor. Harry gave him a serious look.

"You think I'm really sick?" Harry asked, unable to accept. Dirga stared at him flatly.

"Isn't that what you said earlier?" replied Dirga. Made Harry directly massage his forehead slowly. Harry chuckled.

"The point is, I'm just having a lot of thoughts. I'll get better after a few days," said Harry more fully but did not explain specifically what was bothering him.

Dirga finally understood Harry's meaning a little.

"Sometimes, our brains are often disturbed by many thoughts that drain the brain and common sense. But believe me, sir. You seem to be simply not getting enough sleep and thinking too much about the work that's waiting for you to be done. Later, after some of your projects are almost finished. You will definitely have more time to relax," explained Dirga, describing his experience.

Harry listened carelessly.

Dirga certainly could not suspect that the trigger for Harry's mental disturbance was Cleo. A woman who was engrossed in her own activities and didn't realize what Harry thought about her. Harry did not know clearly what was the definite trigger for his thoughts to continue to focus on Cleo.

Until the grandmother's party arrived.

Harry was even amazed by Cleo's elegant appearance that night. Using a turquoise silk dress with a slit at the chest. As well as a bareback with several lines of rope that were cross-shaped and horizontal.

Harry stared at the clothes with knitted brows after fascination for a moment.

"You're going to go with a dress like that?" asked Harry in disbelief. Harry felt the clothes were too revealing for her. And Cleo was a little embarrassed by that look.

"This dress is a special dress that your grandmother chose for me. If I don't wear it at the party. Will grandma not be sad to see it?" said Cleo, who actually felt uncomfortable with the clothes that highlighted her many curves, even the cleavage that she kept shyly covering.

The dress she was wearing was not the same mini dress like the one that grandmother presented to her when they were in Singapore. But the dress, which hung long and closed enough at the bottom, was enough to make Cleo inconvenient.

The dress made her realize consciously, Harry's gaze was constantly fixed on her cleavage and exposed back. It felt as if her body was almost stripped naked and hit by the many cold winds. Cleo pressed her hands in front of her with a black handbag which was quite successful in covering the inviting part of her chest.

Harry asked Cleo to change the dress that made it difficult for her.

"Change your dress immediately because we don't have much time," cried Harry. Cleo replied quickly.

"But what should I do if grandma protest against me?" Cleo asked without reason. Cleo is afraid to disappoint Sofia.

"Tell her that I told you to. I'm sure she won't be able to do anything. Because you certainly have to listen to me more than Grandma," said Harry confidently.

Cleo looked at him doubtfully.

"But don't you always listen to your grandma?" Cleo asked anxiously again. Cleo was certainly happy to be able to change her clothes back into more comfortable clothes. But if later she changed her clothes to something else, Harry would end up cornering her after his grandmother interrogated him.

What can Cleo do to reply to him back?

"It is okay. I will guarantee that grandmother will not blame you," said Harry, giving full responsibility to himself.

Cleo then happily went back to her room to change clothes.

Arrived at Grandma's house with a dress that was much better and comfortable for her. Cleo was a little surprised when she saw Harry stretched out his hand to invite Cleo out of the car. Closed the door and grabbed her like a gentle person. Cleo again felt like a cinderella character who was holding hands with a prince.

Harry's charm had succeeded in hypnotized many of the women they passed by who realized his striking figure and appearing very handsome in his tuxedo.

Cleo felt that she was side by side with a famous star. Cleo stole a glance at Harry which looked so different today. Harry changed his hairstyle to undercut pompadour to support his appearance that day.

Harry succeeded in making his appearance classy, handsome, and near perfect. Because no human being was truly perfect at all. Cleo kept complimenting Harry's classic, yet very suitable way of dressing to her.

Sofia glanced at Cleo from top to bottom. Ignoring any flawless looks no matter what her grandson put on. Sofia was more interested in the appearance of her grandson's wife.

Had seen them even when they entered.

Sofia couldn't wait to ask.

"Why are you wearing that dress?" Sofia asked with all her disappointment. Sofia deliberately chose the best dress for Cleo. But it turned out that her granddaughter-in-law didn't like it and didn't wear it?

Seeing the disappointment appearing on Sofia's face and Cleo's unpleasant expression, Harry opened his voice first.

"Sorry, Grandma! I told Cleo to change her clothes. Do you think that her body is for entertaining?" Harry said sarcastically. Cleo and Sofia looked at him in surprise.

Shit! Is this what he called as helping? Cleo thought to herself.

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