"They fell silent as Pedro led them to one of the clubs that still remained Marco's personal asset. There was no Jovanka's name behind it, solely because of Marco's desire to have a club he could visit whenever he wanted."You can drop me off if you feel uncomfortable," Lusi suddenly said, sitting right next to Marco, making him glance at her momentarily. It turned out Lusi was more outspoken than he had previously thought. She was like a compliant cat in front of her father, Marco thought, just tugging at the corner of his lip."It's fine, I'm okay. Actually, the problem lies with you if you feel uncomfortable," Marco said, finally making Lusi turn slightly behind. There were two black cars still following them before she leaned back again and let out a long sigh. She seemed uneasy, especially when Lusi started taking off her high heels, leaving her feet bare."Sorry for my rudeness, but my feet are very sore. Wearing these high heels makes my feet tired, even just looking at them,"
Marco then chose to walk closer to the two women who were still giving each other sharp glances. Marco looked at Lusi, who was now shaking her dress, which appeared to be wet. After that, he looked at the blonde girl, who turned out to be named Miti."Follow me to the second floor," Marco said, not wanting to draw attention from other patrons, making Miti look annoyed as she glanced at Lusi, who returned the same look. Marco had gone up to the floor where not many people could be, especially now that he was taking them to a place reserved solely for himself, escorted by Pedro. Miti and Lusi were now sitting directly in front of Marco. "So, what kind of altercation has caused such a commotion in my club?" Marco said again."She deliberately poured her drink on my dress first," Lusi said, making Miti look at her with a disagreeing look."Oh come on, it was an accident. You were just flaunting your dress too much. You're just overreacting," Miti said, making Marco raise his hand again."
Marco then immediately stopped his car right in front of the large house. He entered and met Desi."Where is Letta? Is she asleep already?" Marco asked, making Desi nod."Miss is still awake, Sir," Desi replied, making Marco furrow his brow."Did she ask about me?" Marco asked again."This afternoon, after Miss woke up from her nap, she immediately asked about you and when you usually come home. I just answered that you're irregular coming back to this house due to your busy schedule. Until the evening, Miss was still waiting, and occasionally strolled in the garden. Even a few minutes ago, when I brought warm water for Miss, she still asked about your return,” Desi said, making Marco nod his head."Alright, then I will go to meet her immediately," Marco said, quickly climbing the stairs to go to their room. Slowly, Marco reached out his hand and saw Letta sitting on the balcony. Marco furrowed his brow and immediately walked quickly. Even though it was past 10:00 p.m., Letta was sitt
Marco then approached, seeing Letta now turning her face away."Why?" Marco asked, making Letta not even glance at him."It's nothing, I think I'll just go to bed directly," Letta said, but her steps halted when Marco immediately blocked her and pulled her in gently. This caused her to fall into Marco's embrace. It made her eyes widen when her hands touched his broad chest, which was now clearly visible in front of her, still cool. It made Letta look up at Marco, who was looking at her with a questioning gaze."Why?" Marco asked softly, making Letta shake her head again."Did you take a cold shower?" Letta asked, realizing how cold Marco's skin felt when it touched hers."Yes, I usually take cold showers," Marco said, making Letta find it hard to swallow her own saliva. It felt difficult to just look at Marco, who continued to stare at her intently, before Letta finally pushed Marco's body slightly. "Oh, no wonder you refused me to prepare warm water earlier," Letta said, making Marco
Letta was slightly startled as she felt something soft at the nape of her neck. The way Marco slowly seduced her made Letta close her eyes, feeling every move that Marco was making. Eventually, Marco straightened up, gazing at Letta with a blush on her face, which made Marco smile. His wife looked so beautiful.Then, Marco pulled Letta closer again, their lips meeting once more, and Letta could only reciprocate what Marco was giving her. His tongue danced with hers at a faster pace, yet Letta could still feel the tenderness that Marco was giving. Suddenly, Letta felt her body being lifted as Marco swiftly picked her up. Letta immediately reached for Marco's neck, balancing her height with her husband's. She caressed his firm jaw without detaching their lips as Marco carried her slowly. Letta's body temperature seemed to rise even higher, as if she was burning, while Marco played with her lips.As they reached the side of the bed, Marco released their kiss and gently laid Letta down on
Marco was focused on his phone screen when Letta didn't emerge from the dressing room. This made Marco glance toward the dressing room door for a moment before returning his gaze to the flat screen in front of him. He checked the schedule he had gone through this morning because he had told Pedro that he would accompany Letta to the hospital and check on the condition of the fetus in her womb.But a few minutes later, Marco redirected his gaze. Letta seemed to have been in the dressing room for too long. This prompted Marco to get up from his seat and walk over to check on Letta. He heard slow footsteps as he entered the dressing room.However, Marco's steps halted when he saw clothes scattered all over their accessory chest. Letta, wearing only her undergarments, was taking out one piece of clothing after another from the glass wardrobe. "Why?" Marco asked, causing Letta to pause and smile."Sorry, have you been waiting too long for me? I'm looking for an outfit," Letta said, causing
Letta could feel his hand gradually moving up, caressing her long legs, causing her to startle as Marco suddenly pulled her and seated her on the accessory table behind her. "Is it alright for me to sit here?" Letta asked, gazing at Marco, now at eye level with her."Why not? It'll make our game easier," Marco replied, whispering right in front of her face. Letta then closed her eyes. Just hearing her husband's deep voice made her entire body react. Following that, Letta returned Marco's intense gaze. Lowering her hand, she caressed the side of Marco's neck, causing him to shut his eyes. He felt Letta's gentle touch, one he had never experienced before, not since she lost her memory.Marco could sense Letta drawing closer, still moving her fingers precisely on his nape, making him feel Letta's lips delicately and carefully pressing against his own. How the woman who now occupied his heart desired him, until Marco finally returned the kiss Letta had given. Letta untangled their lips, c
Letta then followed every move Marco made with her. When Marco suddenly pushed Letta's body slightly, Letta leaned a little on both her arms. After that, Letta could see how Marco began to caress each of her fingers, tracing along the side of her face, down to her slender neck. Then, onto her clearly exposed shoulders. When the dress she was wearing hadn't clung perfectly, it seemed like Letta was truly being admired by Marco, making Letta only able to turn her already blushing face away. This made Marco finally reach out his hand again, pulling Letta's face close."Never turn your face away. You look truly beautiful with that blushing face," Marco said, making Letta even more unable to return her husband's gaze. Until finally, Marco pulled Letta's waist again and connected their lips, seemingly unable to get enough of kissing her. This made Letta's lips look red and swollen from his actions, but Marco didn't hold back in the slightest from playing with those sweet lips.Letta flinche
Letta's eyes lit up as she looked at the package addressed to her. In contrast, Marco's gaze turned sharp, seemingly indicating that Pedro knew about it from the look on his master's face. "Who accompanied it?" Pedro asked."Sorry, we received it from someone at the hospital. The staff said it was meant for the lady's room," the guard replied, prompting Pedro to approach. He then took the greeting card attached to the bouquet. Pedro opened it, and as usual, it was just a message without any sender's name, causing Pedro to walk straight to Marco and hand it to him. It was then that Marco clenched his jaw, crushing the greeting card, causing Letta to touch her husband's wrist."Could this be from the same sender who always sends items to our house?" Letta asked, causing Marco to try to contain his emotions and let out a long breath."Seems like it," Marco replied."Doesn't that mean he also knows that we're not at home and we're in Chicago?" Letta said, making Marco nod his head again,
Marco furrowed his brow as he saw tears wetting his wife's face. Yes, Letta was now sleeping right next to his bed, prompting Marco to slowly reach out and gently stroke Letta's face. This made Letta slowly furrow her brow and try to open her eyes, and it was then that Letta jerked when she saw Marco had awakened from his sleep."You're awake?" Letta asked, slightly sitting up, making Marco, who still felt weak, nod."How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" Letta asked again, making Marco shake his head. And in the next moment, Marco could see Letta, who could not contain her tears wetting her face."Thank goodness," Letta said, crying softly, making Marco unable to pull Letta closer."Don't cry, please," Marco said, his voice still weak."I'm just scared," Letta said, her body shaking violently, as if the sadness could not be contained any longer."I'm really scared, I'm scared that you won't open your eyes again," Letta said, truly sobbing by Marco's side, making Marco struggle to
Letta immediately opened her eyes wide. She woke up with a fearful expression, then looked around, trying to focus her gaze. The smell of medicine immediately permeated her sense of smell, making Letta realize that she was currently inside a hospital. However, her last memory made Letta jerk and sit up straight.Letta looked at her wrist, which had an IV tube attached. Then she glanced at the clothes she was wearing, realizing she was dressed as a patient. The room was quiet, with no one accompanying her, and the one person that now flashed in her memory was the condition of her husband, which prompted Letta to forcibly remove the IV tube and get off the bed, walking unsteadily because her head still felt heavy.Letta tried to leave the room, and there were four guards standing in front of her door."Madam, are you awake?" one of them asked, making Letta nod her head."Where is Marco?" Letta asked, making them look at each other."The master is still unconscious," one of them replied.
Marco and Letta, now on either side of Marco, tried to support their husband."Marco, can you hear me?" Letta asked, making Marco smile at his wife."Yes, I can still hear your voice. Thank you for holding on," Marco said, still staggering and hugging Letta. Meanwhile, he only clung to Pedro because his steps seemed to be getting heavier, especially with his head beginning to feel dizzy, making Marco try his best to maintain his consciousness so that Letta wouldn't worry about him.Until finally, a shout from behind them made Marco turn around. When he saw Lemos cursing them, "You damn scum, die now in hell!" Lemos shouted, pulling out the gun in his hand. This made Letta widen her eyes. Letta immediately hugged Marco to block the shot Lemos was about to give. But quickly, Marco reversed the position when the shot was aimed at them. Until finally, the shot only hit Marco's back, making Letta widen her eyes when Marco coughed up blood as their bodies collapsed."Pedro, quickly capture
Letta could only cry as she watched Lemos gaze at her with a hungry look."Turns out, besides your scent truly making my body react, your body is truly captivating, even though you're pregnant like this. Alright, let's start with your face. I'm really curious how it feels to touch your skin, which feels so soft to the surface of my skin. I can't wait to do it," Lemos said, making Letta shake her head. Letta felt her body trembling, especially the coldness of the room now piercing her skin, allowing her to feel Lemos starting to reach out his hand and wipe her tears from her face."I don't want you to cry again, because I will truly treat you well, even after the bad behavior you just displayed towards me," Lemos said, making Letta sob."Please, release Marco first," Letta said, making Lemos shake his head."Yes, I will release him after we do something," Lemos said, and the next moment, Letta could see Lemos's hand starting to descend to the nape of her neck, caressing it with his rep
Marco could only squirm in his restraints as he watched Lemos slowly approach Letta, who was now just as helpless as he was, with her hands and feet bound, causing her to shed tears."If you come any closer, I will truly destroy you, you bastard!" Marco shouted, seemingly ignored by Lemos. Marco's current threat was nothing more than an empty bluff ringing in Lemos' ears. Lemos instead flashed a contemptuous smile, finding Marco's escalating rage to be nothing but entertainment."Please, don't come closer," Letta said in a whisper."Didn't you beg earlier not to hurt your husband?" Lemos said, already standing right in front of Letta, causing Letta to only close her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the old man in front of her. Just seeing him made Letta feel nauseated. "And in return, if you want me to release your husband, you must be willing to do anything for me, do you understand?" Lemos said again with his repulsive smile in front of Letta. Especially when Lemos began reaching o
Letta could only cry and plead as the person who was now repeatedly striking Marco's body did not stop his movements. "Please, stop. I'll do anything as long as you stop hurting my husband," Letta said, making the guard stop his movements. "No, no, Letta. Don't say such silly things. Let him do whatever he wants to me, but not to you. You just need to stay quiet. I'm fine," Marco said, visibly gritting his teeth, looking at Letta, who shook her head."How can I stay calm and okay when you're being beaten like that? Look at your body, it really makes me feel so guilty," Letta said."I'm fine, Letta. I'm not as weak as you think. Let these people exhaust themselves just to hurt me. It won't mean anything to me," Marco said again, making the middle-aged man who was the boss of these guards laugh, then walk towards Letta."Is it true what I hear? It seems that physical blows won't make a man like Marco Jovanka feel hurt, and it seems I have a good idea," Lemos said, looking closely at Let
Letta began to blink her eyes, trying to focus her vision, but instead, she felt a pounding sensation in her head, causing her to try to sit up and hold her head, wincing in pain."What's happening to me?" Letta muttered, still trying to look around. There was a very bright light in the middle of the room. Letta could also feel the cold temperature searing her skin. Finally, her vision became clear, and Letta widened her eyes. Letta didn't recognize the very dark room."Where am I?" Letta asked, trying to recall the last time she was conscious. Letta vividly remembered enjoying the waterfall with Marco, and afterward, Marco instructed someone to take her away. And that's when Letta widened her eyes upon realizing she was in danger. Letta knew that the guards were not Marco's guards. Letta tried to get off the very hard bed, then walked to knock on the iron door, which seemed to be a confinement room."Please open up! Get me out of here!" Letta yelled, continuously pounding on the door
A short while ago, Letta was still admiring the beauty of the dancing waterfall in front of her when a tap made her turn around and smile, but the smile faded. When someone in all black bowed in front of her, Letta thought it was Marco coming to take his coat and scarf."Sorry, ma'am, the master asked me to escort you to the car because he said you both must return immediately as he has an urgent matter to attend to," the guard with the black glasses perched on his nose said. "Why didn't Marco come to pick me up himself?" Letta asked."Sorry, ma'am, the master is on the phone and he's afraid to leave you for too long, so he instructed me to come and get you quickly, as he's concerned that something dangerous might be lurking around," the guard explained, making Letta finally nod."Okay, then let's go back," Letta said, but as Letta was about to take the path they had previously taken, the guard stopped her again."The master has already driven his car and will be waiting at the end of