"Turn your body and come here! We still have lunch with Mr. Robby. Don't you forget," he exclaimed coldly and darkly made Dirga swallowed his saliva slowly. Meanwhile, Robby just stared at him meaninglessly.

They finally arrived at a classic European-style restaurant not far from the office. Then ordered some menus and ate their lunch quietly while spending time together chatting casually.

Harry still stared several times at Cleo with such enthusiasm and judgment. Whatever his colleagues said had nothing to do with his brain. His attention was completely focused on Cleo who was beside him and it did not turn him away.

Especially on their wedding ring that Cleo wore.

The ring was indeed Harry who asked Dirga to buy it himself how it was modeled, shaped, and sized. However, seeing that the ring fits perfectly on Cleo's ring finger, Harry seemed to think that the ring was made especially for her.

Regardless of whether the ring he bought from finished goods instead of ordering by customs.

"I hope our cooperation will continue and be permanent," Robby said, ending their meeting and Harry welcomed the parting handshake well.

They parted ways in the office building upon their return and Harry immediately looked at Cleo with his intimidating gaze.

"He believes what you say?" Harry asked, so suddenly Cleo looked at him confusedly.

"Who?" asked Cleo, not understanding.

"The tattooed man who is said to be your friend. Does he believe in your marital status?" asked Harry complements without showing any emotion.

Cleo looked at him lazily.

"Are you curious? Aren't you never interested in other people's business?" asked Cleo without giving an answer and instead of asking back.

Harry stared straight at her.

"Whatever it is. Most important, always use the ring whenever and wherever. If you violate, I'll sue you. Remember we are still not finished discussing additional articles that I will insert in the agreement. So, be cute and obedient," said Harry while giving his thin smile and left Cleo, who was already stunned in his place, helplessly.

What's the matter with him? Did he eat something wrong earlier? Shrieked Cleo silently inside. It was as if she had just found someone who had such a chaotic temper in all his obscurity.

Did Harry need to keep threatening her until he's satisfied?

Cleo walked lazily in following Harry. Followed by Dirga who had been following behind. The three of them then discussed the additional articles in the contract.

Harry sat in his oversized chair in his study. Cleo sat on the long sofa in the room. And Dirga sat not far from her on the single sofa.

Cleo was busy flipping page after page of each contract content which she believed will not change much even though it was revised. But in order not to be deceived again, she reread all the chapters in silence.

Really really focused on listening to every order of necessities and imperatives of things he should and shouldn't do. Then close the contract letter again when she had finished reading it in full.

"So what is added is that there is no affair relationship with the opposite sex and maintaining certain boundaries in close proximity to them so that it will not cause slander. Do I have to be an exemplary wife in the public eye?"

Cleo stared into Harry's black eyes that were as deep as hers. The man who had been waiting for her, turned his gaze back at Cleo's bead that led to him.

"Yes," the short answer made Cleo's brain throb.

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"Okay. It's not a problem, "Cleo agreed lightly. Then add.

"But .. is this rule necessary? I and Willy have no special relationship that might incriminate you. So why did you add this ridiculous chapter to the agreement? Can you just add to those articles as you like after the contract has been absolute beforehand?"

Cleo really didn't really understand the law. But she was not a stupid woman who didn't know that a signed and sealed contract was a patent. So can Harry just changed the contract and remade it?

Cleo felt that his actions were not the right thing. Yet Harry seemed to be in control. He took Cleo's words lightly.

"Read chapter 21. And you will understand. There it is written clearly that I may be free to add a few articles in it for certain circumstances after the contract is running. And I have three chances. Of course, that also applies to you adding an additional article once," explained Harry voluntarily explaining in length and width.

Cleo opened the contract page and read it. Just like what Harry said. He had three chances to change the contract and Cleo also had one chance to change it.

Cleo looked at Harry.

"Why is the comparison so far?" Cleo asked, unhappy about the difference in quantity between the two in the power to change the contents of the contract. Harry immediately confidently answered.

"Of course it's because I was the first party. Do you still need to ask?" asked Harry smugly. And Cleo glared at him.

'You're not the first! But the oppressive party!' Cleo thought, sneering as she just put her contract on the table. She gave Harry a resigned look.

"Do whatever you think is right. And I just have to agree to it. Is not it?" Cleo insinuated the status of the second party who had no power. And they finally reached a consensus in their discussion. With the winning position in the hands of Harry and Dirga became silent witnesses between the two of them.

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At another place.

Christina repeatedly waited impatiently for the man at the door until the man stuck his nose before her eyes. But it had been almost two hours, the man seemed to have not returned from his rush to leave the job he had been doing at the beginning.

After receiving a message from his cellphone, the man immediately ran away and went outside and had not returned.

Didn't know what he was worried about and what was bothering him. The man succeeded in making Christina wait patiently for him with great anxiety. Christina tried to weigh.

Did something happen to his family? Or had he just received the bad news that he had to hurry to leave? Or, was there a woman waiting for him from behind a message?

Christina kept thinking positive thoughts to reassure her heart. However, because this was the first time Christina had been made to act so silly by a man. Christina asked herself, how special was Willyan in her eyes?

Until she wrestled anxiously in her position. She ignored the line of workshop workers who were staring at her with interest. Her attention was now focused solely on the man's absence from his place.

Until someone who could not bear to see it, reprimanded.

"Miss, don't you want to wait inside? There is a waiting room. Instead of waiting in front. Wouldn't it be better if you waited in that room?" asked a man Christina knew who was a friend of Willyan and shared a profession with him, namely a repair shop mechanic as well.

Christina looked at the man politely and replied.

"It's okay…" Christina read the man's nametag, 'Frends'? Quite a unique name."

Christina gave a faint smile, " Is Willyan still not coming back?" Christina asked, worrying about her running short time.

Honestly, her body was quite tired of waiting like this. Even though soon he had an afternoon class schedule. But because it seemed that she won't be satisfied if she hadn't met Willyan face to face, Christina was still patiently waiting for Willyan's uncertain arrival.

Was the man having a problem?

Frends, a man of short stature and friendly face, and dark skin replied to Christina's question.

"If Miss is tired of waiting, it is better for you to come back later. Maybe that person will be long and Miss's car had actually been finished and sorted long ago. Do you want me to take it out of the service room first?" asked Frends, offering his services.

Christina smiled reluctantly.

"Willyan will belong?" She asked, disappointed and did not care about the condition of the car that was ready.

Frends shrugged his shoulders, not knowing.

"I don't know, Non. I also don't know. That person didn't provide any prior information. So, I can't answer myself. But ... wait a moment."

Frends caught the arrival of someone he knew not far from them.

"Isn't that the person you are looking for?" Frends asked, pointing Willy who was walking unsteadily into the workshop.

Frends held him.

"Your face is curved. Is there any problem?" he asked, cutting Willy's way and worrying about the man. Willy shook his head. He was busy with his own thoughts until he didn't notice Christina who was near him.

Christina who felt neglected frowned.

"Are you having a problem, Willyan?" Christina asked, worried too. Even though she was not considered, Christina still politely approached him.

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