Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Chapter 205 - 205 ( Who )

Harry then pulled Cleo out of her room. Taken her straight into a new room, other than his bedroom. But usually indeed earmarked as a spare room. Harry had already sat Cleo down on the bed.

Cleo who was still feeling flustered kept asking her questions.

"What really happened? Why did that mirror crack? And why does something like that appear there?" Cleo looked at Harry very deeply.

"Who did it? And who has the heart to do this? And how can you explain all this to me? About who else has been after me? And why?"

Harry was too busy thinking with his thoughts.

"I don't know either, Cleo. I can't answer your question right now. But I will definitely find out of the truth."

Cleo spontaneously looked at him seriously and in disbelief.

"Could it be Aretta?"

Cleo didn't want to recklessly accuse someone. But she was the only one who had been the most reckless in doing cruel things to her. Including Martha.

Cleo hadn't heard any news about her either.

While still thinking that Harry probably didn't have enough confidence to bully Aretta because of their past feelings. Cleo's heart somehow became slightly hurt as she imagined it.

Harry shook his head seriously.

"I'm pretty sure it wasn't her."

Cleo shouted in annoyance.

"Then, who is it?!! If wasn't Aretta, then who?"

"We should wait and hear it from my people. So, keep calm."

Harry's cell phone suddenly rang.

"How? Did you find something?" Harry asked the Caller who was none other than Luan.

Cleo drew her full attention to Harry. Waited faithfully for Harry to finish talking to Luan.

"What is it? Did something else happen too?"

Harry gathered his spirits to tell the matter. When he didn't want to give a burden.

"This house's CCTV was hacked, Cleo. These terrorists terrorized not only you but for me as well. That's why, after I realized it, I came to your bedroom to check on you. But initially, I thought you have been safe. However, who would have thought that that person would do something crazy by breaking the glass in your bathroom. Then left the write of bloody warning was there."

Cleo felt her shoulders were going weak.

"Har! Don't frighten me and make me feel uneasy by hearing this terrible story of yours."

Harry swore.

"They really have underestimated me! I certainly won't leave them alone!"

Cleo frowned.

"I didn't lie."

"Then, it wasn't just one person?" his head was spinning.

Harry answered with a shrug.

"I don't even know how many. But I can predict how it works. I'm guessing they consist of at least two people. One person turns off the CCTV camera. And another one was broke in by breaking the safety lock."

Cleo felt her heartbeat rapidly as her safety was at stake. Harry's residence wasn't as safe as she thought it would be.

"Isn't your home using a sophisticated security code and even guarded by many guards?"

Harry frowned.

"This terrorist may have abilities that are above average. And has been monitoring the movement of this home very precisely. Where he infiltrate into security when there was a shift change. So, I must have lost a lot because of it."

"What harm did you receive, Har? Did that person also break into your room?" Cleo asked very warily.

"How messed up it?" she asked again curiously.

Harry had no desire to answer as his room was out of shape now. The culprit seems to really hate Harry and destroyed anything he could found and destroy.

Repeatedly breaking his properties and ruffling all contents of the room. Harry certainly couldn't explain this in detail to Cleo. Harry raised one eyebrow.

"Just quite a mess. But you don't have to worry because I'll take care of it soon."

Cleo looked down. She felt this was not a good thing. And Harry realized Cleo's disquiet quickly. Stroking Cleo's head and giving her a gentle look, Harry made an offer.

"Would you like us to go see Doctor Stand so that discuss your trauma?"

Cleo has been through a lot of bad things. So treatment and consultation were may be needed.

Cleo shook her head weakly.

"I was just surprised and too shocked. Just that is. We don't have to go to the doctor."

Cleo enjoyed the touch of Harry's hand. And she never think that she could feel this comfortable next to a polar bear. Wait, polar bear? Harry?

Cleo shook her head in disbelief because she could still joke in these chaotic situations.

"In that case, rest here tonight and I will accompany you."

Cleo's eyes glazed over.

"You really want to stay together with me?" she asked hopefully even though she doubted.

Harry nodded slowly.

"Yes. But before that, you should take a shower first. If you don't want to, that's okay too. but I'll still check the state of the bathroom. Prepare you warm water and have someone prepare your change of clothes."

Cleo immediately hugged Harry tightly. Forgot everything and to be very spontaneous.

Harry moved quickly to check the condition of the bathroom after returning the hug and was surprised for a moment. Likewise with Cleo whose face has now turned a little red.

All are safe and not chaotic like the other rooms. And that means the terrorist knows where their room is. And only the rooms of the two of them were the target.

Harry then came out of the bathroom having managed to contain his anger. Neutralizing his expression, then approached Cleo.

"Everything's safe and I'll get your clothes."

Cleo stared like a puppy about to be abandoned. Didn't want to be left alone and didn't want to be spoiled. So for a long time, no there words came out of her mouth. But her hand gripped Harry's black long pants.

"You're going to leave me now?" Cleo was so worried.

The image of the bloody writing has still lingered in her image and her imagination was hard to get rid of her mind. Harry was already walking towards her to trying her calm him down by lightly patting Cleo's palm.

"I'll be right back. So you can take it easy because I still have the guards guard you closely. But, don't you want to clean yourself up yet?"

They stared at each other for a long time and Cleo finally decided to give up. Nodding in slow and letting Harry do what he wanted.

Gently, Harry reflexively kissed Cleo's forehead.

Leaving some traces of his feelings there. And hurries up to went before Cleo might yell at him for acting impulsively. His anxiety did not happen. Cleo turn out didn't curse him. And she just kept quiet.

It was causing a feeling of comfort to spread through Harry's heart and mind.

Those gentle and kinder eyes turned cold as he walked out of Cleo's room. Then deliberately gave too cold stares to all his men who were already guarding the door to Cleo's new room.

Harry stared at one of them super cruelly.

"You people call this a job you can be proud of?!"

"Why did the intruder can enter? And why did you let him escape without a trace?" Harry smirked, "Ah, or on the other hand, too many of these people's traces have been left in our room?!"

The guards became nervous. Everyone bowed their heads and no one could lift their heads.

Someone came forward to be a spokesperson.

"This is our big mistake, sir. We apologize and will be more serious about tightening security. We take our work too lightly and let our guard down while in our own territory. We are willing to bear whatever punishment you give to atone for our mistakes."

Harry laughed at the confession.

"I don't need your apologies. And there's no point in punishing you guys if something worse happens. But, if your performance continues like this. Do you want me to make you as piranha's food?"

The spokesman bowed deeply.

Didn't dare to talk anymore and made excuses. Harry sighed in annoyance.

"Hurry to report current condition!"

The man immediately answered.

"Everything is under control, sir. I've told everyone to split up and check it out. However..."

Harry raised his right eyebrow, waiting.

"Are there any candidates you suspect?"

Harry didn't answer. But someone had already given him some photos of their catch.

"This is all of the evidence and fingerprints we can get and report to you. We've also cleaned the entire room for you and Madam. We apologize once again."

This regret was of course genuine.

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