"Chat with the Chef? The man, who I met from this morning?" Harry raising his eyebrow. Recalled back the appearance of the young chef.

"Yes," Cleo nodded briefly while she walked upstairs. Harry followed her from behind. Stood between her room and Harry's room. Cleo turned around to ask about something important.

"How do I move all my things from your room to my room? Should we just leave it like that?" Cleo asked.

Felt that it would be quite a hassle if she had to move her belongings, which were actually a lot of because Dirga had prepared them before.

Cleo thinking again.

"But now, looks like I'll only be moving one suitcase of mine and some clothes. So, can I come in?" Cleo asked while pointing to Harry's room to getting permission.

Harry allowed it and followed behind.

"What did you both talking about?" Harry asked.

Felt curious about the relationship between Cleo and her Chef. Cleo, who did not understand the direction of Harry's conversation. Looked at Harry in surprise.

"Who?" asked Cleo confusedly.

"Your chef. Didn't you say that you had a chat with him? What are you guys talking about?" Harry asked and waiting for her answer.

Cleo thought back to what she and Chef Ethan had talked about.

"Not much. It just a matter of bread and things like that. We don't talk too much," replied Cleo simply. Harry was silent.

Felt his gaze was piercing, Cleo then asked.

"Is there any problem?" Cleo asked.

Harry glanced at Cleo's ring finger with a slight glint in his eye.

"Em. Yeah. You didn't wear a wedding ring on your finger. Does that mean you want everyone not to know your marital status and get lots of men to approach you?" quipped Harry sarcastically.

Cleo looked at him in disbelief.

"What?" Cleo's eyes got bigger.

"What do you mean?" Cleo hissed.

"You seem to have forgotten what I said. Didn't that day I told you to always use the ring and never take it off?" Harry squinted his eyes intimidatingly.

Still saw the ring on Cleo's ring finger this morning. But the ring suddenly disappeared not long before they left. Harry believed that Cleo deliberately took off the ring to cover up her marital status in front of that oriental man.

Looking at Cleo with a deep face. Harry wanted to warn Cleo about his ownership status.

Until then, he couldn't hold his itchy feeling to bother Cleo. Harry pulled Cleo's waist to his side. Making the woman startled and stared at him with widened eyes. Harry felt a different sensation when they touched.

But Cleo looked at him sharply.

"What are you doing?!!" shouted Cleo in surprise. Harry did not immediately let go of his grip.

Harry instead said, "If you want to hook someone. You better hook your own husband than anyone else. Have you forgotten that you are now the wife of a Miles?" Harry said with the corners of his lips rising.

Harry did not think that his body would react so quickly to Cleo's light touch. So that, Harry looked at Cleo's face with almost cursing.

Shit! What's wrong with him?!, Harry thought irritatedly. Cleo struggled to break away. Shouted and pulled away. Harry was still strong enough to pull her off.

"Let me go!" Cleo hissed sharply.

Harry replied calmly.

"Will not!" he exclaimed while pressing Cleo towards him. Cleo frowned. Harry felt his body shake quite a bit. And Cleo's face was wrinkled. Cleo glared at him.

"Are you crazy?" Cleo attacked and stabbed him.

Harry held her even more.

"Say it! How do you get lots of guys after you? Be friendly but pretend to be expensive? Or being arrogant but also coquettish towards them? So, they just keep staring at you without stopping?"

Harry recalled back how Willy and Ethan, the two men kept looking at Cleo with different views.

Knew very well that it was the true feeling that they were showing. They must have put their hearts on Cleo. So that, Harry was starting to get suspicious. Could it be that Cleo deliberately approached them to mess with their feelings?

So that, he was also affected now?

Harry unconsciously grabbed Cleo even tighter. And hated submitting to something unpleasant.

Cleo, who felt the pain from Harry's grip, moaned.

"It hurts! Do you hate me so much that you have to hurt me? We can have a good talk! Don't you have a mouth and ears?" Cleo exclaimed, couldn't stop nervous.

And didn't understand what problem that Harry was fighting about

Just because Cleo didn't use her ring, Harry got angry?!

Seriously! Had his brain shifted a bit?

If only that man's body and strength were not greater than her. Cleo must have pushed and kicked this man away. But letting alone try to pull away from the man's embrace. Cleo was even getting more and more confined in Harry's arms.

While holding back her anger because she was treated unfairly, Cleo tried to explain why she took the ring off.

"I'm afraid the ring gets dirty with the dough. So I purposely don't wear it. Put it around my neck, if you want to know!" Cleo taking out the ring from the chain around her neck.

Harry saw that the ring was hanging on Cleo's neck.

Realizing that his action was ridiculous, Harry quickly let Cleo go. And asked Cleo to get out.

Cleo immediately ran scamperingly leaving Harry. Entered her room and locked the door. Cleo was quite horrified by Harry's insane attitude.

Ensured all doors and windows were locked tight and in a comfortable condition. Cleo lied down for a moment on her bed. Felt happy to be back in her bedroom. And smelled of her cozy room. Although it had changed a lot with a plain color and decoration did like before.

Cleo tried to forget the confusing incident that had just happened. And unconsciously fell asleep in her position.

Then, didn't notice someone knocking on the door outside.

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