But the fact that they hadn't officially disclosed their relationship so far to anyone, clearly made Cleo unable to reveal such news carelessly.

So that with a mind that was getting farther away and didn't know which way she was thinking. Cleo uncertainly smiled silly at Harry.

"Forget it! It seems, I was imagining too much," Cleo replied and blew her stinging hand softly.

Harry narrowed his eyes and wanted to reply. However, when Dirga came with the medicine box, Harry first took the box and treated Cleo's wounds. He took out an ointment to relieve the pain and boiling wounds from the box. Then apply it to Cleo painstakingly.

With her wide eyes and incredulous expression, Cleo followed Harry's gentlemanly actions from start to finish silently.

"Are you okay?" Cleo asked, who was worried that Harry would be a little disturbed because he had acted differently from his usual self.

Harry ignored her.

"Is it still sore?" Harry asked softly.

Cleo was stunned at her place.

"Yes?" She asked, unsure of her own hearing.

Harry held back his displeasure to repeat.

"I asked, are your wounds better and not sore anymore?" Harry asked again in a more pressing tone.

Cleo answered without realizing it. Still transfixed by Harry's patience in treating her wounds.

"Yes .. it's better. Thank you, "Cleo answered spontaneously without blinking.

Dirga, who was still beside them, was dumbfounded and almost dropped his jaw in disbelief. What happened to his proud boss? Was he really Mr. Harry whom he knew all this time?

Dirga shuddered doubtfully.

Dirga had never seen his master be so kind to a woman even if just to ask her condition? What's more, the woman he only met a few months ago? Did they really put this unusual sight in front of his eyes?

Dirga rubbed his eyes several times to refresh his vision. Then Harry resumed his advice.

"Don't act silly when you are my wife. Rushing for obscure things and getting hurt by carelessness is an act that cannot be tolerated. Do you want all the secretaries who are outside to see your commotion?" Harry said at length and expressionlessly, making Cleo look at him lazily.

His true nature finally comes out! Cleo thought to herself. She had one of her arms in her hip and grumbled.

"So, you lectured me?" Cleo asked, displeased with Harry, who had successfully applied a lot of ointment to her index finger.

Harry blew Cleo's index finger softly, "Yes," he said casually as he continued to stare at Cleo's forefinger.

Cleo frowned and pulled her hand.

"Oh come on! Whose fault do you think this is?" Cleo said irritatedly without realizing it and Harry replied immediately.

"Whose fault is this?" Harry asked, looking at Cleo seriously. Made Cleo choked with her own words. She became embarrassed herself.

"I have no idea! Anyway, don't do anything weird in this room if I'm still here! Do that after the next two years when you have successfully divorced me! You guys .. made me think of nonsense," Cleo exclaimed, dizzying with her words which started to be confused and ambiguous.

Harry and Dirga stared at her in confusion. Didn't feel like doing anything strange and didn't feel bad about doing something nonsense.

What was the relationship between Cleo's actions recently with what he did in the office? What did this woman think when she saw the two of them?

The two of them shuddered strangely. Then when Cleo was not interested in continuing her words and preferred to go back to work, Dirga also decided to return to his place and Harry followed him too afterward.

All were amazed at their respective thoughts and chose not to voice them.

Until the time was running very fast and it was time for them to go home to rest. Cleo looked at Harry with her expression that was extraordinarily pissed off.

The time had pointed at 8 pm. But Harry did not intend to leave his workplace at all. Even though two hours ago Cleo had finished all her work and waited patiently.

But let alone raise his head every time Cleo asked about the conclusion of completing all her documents. Harry answered indifferently to all Cleo's questions that were thrown at him.

"Are you done?"

Harry shook his head.

Ten minutes later Cleo asked again.

"Aren't you done yet?" Cleo asked patiently.

Harry shook his head again and thought about the checks.

"Still not yet. Maybe soon," he replied without turning the slightest.

Until the elapsed time from ten minutes to thirty minutes.

"I still have one more report to check. So wait for a moment, "

Cleo endured all her bitterness pills to tolerate time. Once again when the time had pointed at eight o'clock in the evening and this was her tenth question. Cleo stood in front of Harry, carrying her bag, and asked him in a quite heavy tone.

"Are you still unable to finish your job today? It was eight o'clock in the evening and you didn't even let me go home for dinner! Will, you still be here, or will I go home alone?" Cleo asked with all her patients that had been eroded out because she hated wasting her time on nothing.

Maybe Cleo had heard those words indirectly from Harry. But based on her experiences and life principles, Cleo also upholds her obedience to efficient time.

So instead of waiting for nothing and practicing extra patience. Cleo better goes and do her own work. Like soaking in warm water and eating Aunt Ane's cooking that she had been waiting for a long time.

Harry, who just realized the time, looked around and then looked at Cleo.

"We're going home now," Harry said dryly then tidied up his things and turned off the computer.

Cleo looked at him, half excited.

Finally, he realized too, Cleo cursed. She wiped the sweat off her patience remaining a few drops. Then wait for the man to finish clearing and walk together toward the elevator doors when Harry had called the driver to pick them up.

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