"Come on! Come and sit down. Tell me more about your relationship with Harry. Ah, I mean Mr Harry. How did you meet? " Mrs. Sofia asked when she had put her butt on the park bench.
Cleo, who just woke up from her daydream, she immediately looked confused.
It seemed that Mrs. Sofia's assistant was more interested in her than Mrs. Sofia herself.
Did this grandmother have a son or grandchild that she wanted to match Cleo with after hearing the story earlier?
Cleo patted her head lightly so that she returned to her logic.
"Why? Is it just because I'm Mrs. Sofia's personal assistant, that you don't think I deserve to hear your story? " Mrs. Sofia asked, her eyes narrowed.
"Ah, no-no! Of course, I don't think so. I was surprised that you were more interested in hearing my story than Mrs. Sofia. However, this is related to her. But it seems she doesn't care," Cleo complained softly.
She then looked at Mrs. Sofia.
"Er ... Do you want me to tell you?" Cleo asked.
