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Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Never imagined getting married in such an unusual way. Married without the basis of love. And marrying basis on mutual need. She needs it for money. And he who needs it out of urgency. Maybe destiny will say something else? And maybe they could live the marriage well? Harry Miles Theodore. Never wanted a marriage. And hates all the women in his life, except for his family. Hate all pretense they show. And hate for their soul which is easily fragile also sway for other material or objects. He never imagined that he would marry a woman who married him for money. Do a prenuptial agreement. And made many acts in his life. Could this marriage be able to change his perspective? And maybe fate will lead them on a different path from the plan they originally planned? At the moment, Harry's said : " Don't you ever think that this is your real marriage. It's just a contract marriage. And we're not really married, " Cleo replied: " I know. But please don't judge me as you like. I'm not what you think! I'm Never loving you, " Will their marriage go well? And will they find love?

lenzluph · Urban
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369 Chs

Chapter 125 ( Facing His Ex-Girlfriend )

Harry assumed that a person's worst mood only occurred when 3 things.

First, when the person was heartbroken. Second when they were hungry. And the third was when that person just woke up from their sleep after accumulating many lives. Someone suddenly disturbs those people.

So for now, after Cleo had managed to wake up a lion who hadn't slept for too long because of someone.

Harry looked at Cleo with a tired look.

"The sound of a rooster crowing is enough to wake me up. But you actually wake me up in a unique way using a blaring greeting? Are you deliberately trying to damage my eardrums?"

Cleo instead looked at Harry without caring about his condition and anger!

Cleo got up from sleep and then stood up. Was getting ready to facing Harry in her stance up.

"Tell me now! Why am I here? And why can I sleep in your bed? Was it you, who carried me here?" shrieked Cleo, worried, disbelieving, and very frustrated.