Marco then smiled and approached Letta. He then embraced her from behind, taking over the watering of the plants and turning it off before releasing her carelessly."It's okay, don't be angry like that. If you keep making that face, I might just devour you anytime," said Marco, causing Letta to want to respond. However, Marco immediately placed his index finger on his wife's soft lips."No protests. I truly had no intention of disparaging your cake. I was just worried that if you went down to the kitchen, you might get hurt," Marco finally said, causing Letta to sigh deeply."I do have to go down to the kitchen as a woman, as a future mother. Of course, I have to provide delicious meals for my husband and my children. You know, everything I forget truly makes me forget how to cook. Isn't that normal?" Letta asked, making Marco shake his head."You don't need to do that. What's the point of hiring the best cook in this house if you're going back to the kitchen in the end?" Marco said,
Letta looked back at Marco, who was now sitting next to her, his gaze focused on the road ahead where the congested cars filled the streets. Somehow, Letta felt the timing was a little off because the traffic jam was consuming their remaining time on the road. If the traffic had been smooth, they would have reached the shopping center in about 15 minutes. It had been more than 30 minutes, yet their car hadn't moved an inch. Letta could see how Marco's jaw was clenched. It seemed that it wasn't just the traffic jam making Marco look angry, but also someone who had sent flowers to her that they still didn't know about. Letta had only read the card, which said the flowers were as beautiful and charming as her. It seemed that was why his emotions finally surfaced. Letta then stroked the back of Marco's hand, which was now gripping the steering wheel, making Marco look deeply at Letta."Are you still angry?" Letta asked, making Marco finally sigh deeply."I'm not angry," Marco replied, mak
Letta and Marco were once again taken aback after being surprised with a large bouquet of flowers. For Letta, several shopping items with the same brand that Letta had just bought along with Marco at the shopping center were now at the front door. This made Letta look up at Marco, who was now clenching his jaw, gazing at the items. Eventually, Marco turned to Desi and some servants who were now bowing before them."Tell me, who else sent these items?" Marco asked with a cold aura, making Letta inexplicably feel that something was definitely going to happen today."We already declined it, Sir, because the delivery courier also didn't know who sent it. But they also didn't want to take the risk of taking back the goods that were already in their possession,” Desi said, causing Marco to slowly walk towards the items in front of him. He looked into the bags containing several complete-looking clothes and shoes. After that, he glanced at the shopping items still in the hands of the guards
Marco then turned to Letta, who had just emerged from the prepared dressing room, wearing her night clothes, making Letta finally walk towards Marco, who was indeed on the side of the bed."Are you going to rest right away?" Marco asked, making Letta nod her head. Throughout the day, Letta had indeed walked a lot in the shopping center, making her legs sore and her body tired, even now her eyes were starting to feel heavy. Letta then approached Marco and sat right at the edge of the bed, while Marco handed her a pill that made Letta furrow her brow."What is this medicine?" Letta asked, making Marco look at the pill in his hand that Letta hadn't taken yet."I got the results from the check-up earlier, and the doctor advised taking this vitamin occasionally," Marco said, making Letta take the pill without any suspicion and swallow it. "Now, after that, you should rest immediately," Marco said again, making Letta nod her head. She did intend to sleep right away. Letta immediately lay do
Letta slowly blinked as the sunlight disturbed her sleep. She glanced around the room. Of course, she was in the spacious bedroom she occupied every day. What confused Letta was not finding Marco around. Usually, when she woke up, Marco would always be right by her side. Whether they both just woke up or he was already dressed for work, he would be there. But this time, the room was truly empty, so Letta finally sat up.She looked at the clock on the nightstand, which showed 6:00 in the morning. Letta got out of bed and decided to wash her face first because she had to find Marco immediately. Waking up without her husband felt a little strange to Letta. Without cleaning herself, Letta left her room and crossed paths with one of the servants who was cleaning around her room."Have you seen Marco?" Letta asked, making the servant look around."I saw the Master in the gym earlier," the servant said, prompting Letta to nod. She continued walking while gently caressing her round belly, exc
Letta then looked at the swimming pool in front of her and shook her head. "I'm not sure," Letta said, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows."Why would I hold you? Isn't it also good for your pregnancy?" Marco said, making Letta look at her round belly."Really?" Letta asked, making Marco just smile."Don't worry, I won't just let you go if you can't swim," Marco said, making Letta fall silent for some reason. Marco was also startled, as memories of the past suddenly flashed in his mind. A while ago, Marco didn't think that he had ever invited Letta to swim together, but with a different incident."But if you don't want to, I won't force you," Marco said, making Letta smile instead."I trust you, so hold me tight, okay?" Letta said, making Marco slightly startled."Of course, I'll always hold you," Marco said again. Letta then took off the nightgown she was wearing, making Marco fall silent as he watched his wife's body now only clad in the thin garment in front of him, befor
Letta didn't know what she was doing as she and Marco were now in their bedroom bathroom. Even Letta ignored the embarrassment she had previously thought of when Marco took her, drenched from the swimming pool, to their room. Although Letta knew that some guards and servants passed by, only lowering their faces and not openly staring, if Letta were still conscious, she would surely be very embarrassed.But at that moment, Letta really wasn't thinking about anything. She just kept receiving Marco's caresses, even when climbing the stairs, Letta could only feel his steps making her embrace even stronger. However, Marco seemed unwilling to release the connection of their lips, and he immediately took them into the bathroom.Marco then lowered Letta slowly when they were inside the bathroom, and without saying a word, Marco helped Letta strip off all the clothes she still had on, allowing Marco to see her clearly exposed round belly. Not only that, Letta's fuller figure, which Marco had p
Until finally, Letta could feel when slowly Marco began to push his core onto Letta's core, making Letta grip Marco's shoulders tightly."Are you okay?" Marco asked, making Letta just nod slowly while closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Marco's core gradually becoming a part of hers. Letta tried to normalize her breath first, making Marco wait. Whether his wife had calmed down or not, Marco stroked Letta's face gently, making Letta return the tender gaze of her husband's sharp eyes that always looked at her gently.Letta, now in Marco's lap, began to try to move her body slowly, as did Marco, who tried to help his wife. Marco could feel how his core, gripped tightly by Letta, made Marco also groan with restraint, while Letta began to have difficulty normalizing her breath."If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. We can move somewhere else," Marco said, making Letta just nod her head."For now, I'm still comfortable," Letta replied, as water could be seen flowing out of the bat
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