Then there was also a reading room that Harry often used in between his time, a small warehouse for storing unused items, and a lounge overlooking the balcony.

Not only that, at the back of Harry’s house, there wae a large garden decorated with a fountain surrounded by small pools. In the pools, there were various types of ornamental fish that swim very beautifully there.

Then in front of the house, there waw a small garden that has been overgrown with various kinds of ornamental and wild plants. And a big garage. Which was roughly capable of loading about 4 to 5 cars in it at once.

Then, no matter how good it was, Cleo didn’t care about it at all because she would only be a temporary resident in the house. So instead of figuring out how many acres Harry’s house was and how many different structures there were, Cleo better be amazed by whatever they had prepared for her.

Cleo has her own private room. In that room, she was free to do whatever she wanted.

Wake up comfortably on the soft and warm bed. Bathe with various kinds of fragrances that are already available in the bathroom. Wearing nice and comfortable clothes, and looking quite expensive. Until she was able to dress up beautifully in front of a dresser that was neatly arranged and complete with all kinds of cosmetics and perfume that she had never seen in her old house.

Whatever it was, Cleo felt very flattered.

So far, Cleo has never acted as a proper woman because she was too busy to work, work, and make money. Because of that, her current room was very different from her previous room.

If her current room was likened to a princess’s room. Her former room could only be called a warehouse. Small, rundown and neglected.

Yes … even though Cleo also knew that all of this was prepared by Dirga and not her husband. But anyway, if Harry didn’t agree with it, all of this can’t possibly happened right??

Because of that, Cleo seemed to be able to ignore Harry’s cold, unpleasant attitude towards her this morning. When she has kindly greeted him politely.

Harry, who was having breakfast at that time, only glanced at lCleo when he came, and returned to continue his meal in a relaxed manner, without noticing Cleo. Even though at that time, Cleo had struggled to greet him with a “Hi” and a smile that she deliberately made as cute as possible.

But what did she get?

The man was indifferent, indifferent!

Seeing that, Cleo held back her frustration. Then pull out a chair that was farthest from the man and then sit down at the dining table.

A fragrant aroma, distracted her.

“Um … Aunt Ane! What are you cooking? It looks like it’s really good. Can I taste it too? If you can, please make one for me. I’m really really hungry right now. And your cooking really arouses my taste!” Cleo exclaimed excitedly when her appetite was provoked very easily and quickly.

Aunt Ane was Harry’s housekeeper who was said to have worked for Harry for nearly 12 years. Her age was probably around 40 years now. And her full name was Merriane. Usually called Ane, or Aunt Ane.

What was strange, according to Cleo, about this woman was her silence in speaking. Alias ​​didn’t say much. Or haven’t even spoken to her yet.

Yesterday when she arrived at Harry’s house and Aunt Ane who escorted her to the room, the woman didn’t even say anything to her. It was the same as now, when Cleo asked her to talk and asked the woman to provide food for her, the woman did not give her any answer, and just nodded understandingly and provided everything Cleo asked on the table.

Cleo furrowed her brows, confused. She looked at the food, then took a bite. Just one bite, her eyes immediately sparkled.

“Wow!!” Cleo turned to Aunt Ane in amazement.

“Is this all you made it?” Cleo asked with a cheerful face. She again took the second, third and so on.

With joy, Cleo ate heartily. Harry who saw that furrowed his brows.

“It’s really delicious! Aunt Ane! You’re great !! It’s been a long time since I ate food this good. Hiks, this is amazing!!” Cleo exclaimed with emotion when she felt very, very satisfied with what she ate.

For that, it didn’t matter if Auntie Ane was a stingy woman, didn’t want to talk, or whatever. As long as she can make all these delicious food for her again, Cleo will never make a fuss about that great woman in the future!

She was quite satisfied with her cooking. And that’s more than enough.

Unlike Harry.

Harry, who was used to all Aunt Ane’s cooking, felt that Cleo’s words had been exaggerated. So when he heard her words which made him ticklish, he stopped eating, then supported his arms.

He looked at Cleo with an unfriendly expression.

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