"What if I'm normal?" asked Harry between talks.
Cleo stared in confusion, "Normal?"
"Yeah. Normal,"
Cleo looked at him uncertainly.
"Just so you know, I don't have any relationship with Dirga or any other man like you think. You, purely misunderstood us at that time. Dirga was just fixing a little bit where my tie was not right at that time. Then, in addition, I'm a normal man. I'm not gay and I'm not deviant," Harry explained with a strange feeling because his manhood was even questioned by his own wife.
Wasn't that so unnatural?
"You know, why do these rumors keep spreading? Even among your subordinates, even though they are crazy about you, they still say that. I think you really have that possibility. But it turned out to be wrong?" asked Cleo with round eyes.
Harry had returned to refuting his words.
