Marco immediately halted his hand's movement upon hearing the sudden news from his subordinate. "What? She's working?" exclaimed Marco, looking at Haris with an expression of displeasure."Didn't I clearly say that I didn't want her to do anything that would endanger herself? Just stay quiet in her cramped apartment, and you watch over her, that's all, but you couldn't even do that," Marco said, leaving Haris only able to nod."I apologize, Sir, but Miss Letta really can't be stopped so easily. But don't worry, I've instructed two guards to watch over Miss Letta," Haris said, making Marco sigh in frustration."Still, she's not following what I want. You should know that if I want something, you should make it happen," Marco added, making Haris apologize once again. Both of them had stubborn personalities that were difficult to contend with, causing Haris to rue his fate for being caught between them."Nevertheless, I've already threatened her with this, but it hasn't yielded results.
Letta stopped her hand movements as she felt her phone vibrating in her trouser pocket. However, she couldn't answer the call at the moment as she was busy serving several customers who were filling the beer cafe. She glanced at the clock, which showed nine in the morning, a time when people often enjoyed their coffee. Letta chose to ignore it and focus on her work, which she had been doing for the past week."Letta, please deliver shirt number seven," called Dirly, prompting Letta to hurry and fetch the shirt and deliver it. She repeated the same task several times until her stomach suddenly cramped, making her feel slightly lightheaded. "Are you alright?" Molly asked, rubbing Letta's shoulder from behind, causing Letta to turn around."Yes, my stomach is cramping a little," Letta said, making Molly nod."You'd better take a short break. I see you've been busy even though I'm here, and Romeo, who knows what he's doing back there," Molly said again, making Letta smile."Alright," Lett
Letta began packing her work clothes to put them in her locker before checking her belongings one by one in her bag. This time, she couldn't afford to leave her phone or wallet behind as it would inconvenience her. "Hey, are you done?" someone tapped Letta's shoulder, making her turn around and look at Molly."Yes, just a few more. I might need to check the kitchen. My task isn't to lock up the shop," Letta said, making Molly nod. Over the next two weeks, they took turns checking the store before leaving as Noah was out of town, adding to their workload. Today was Letta's turn to make sure everything was secure."Well, I'll leave now," Molly said, followed by Dirly, who also left first. Letta made sure her bag was complete, then walked to the coffee machine to ensure everything was safe before heading to the kitchen. However, Letta furrowed her brows when she saw Romeo still standing in front of the wide table apparently reserved for his use in making pastries."You're not leaving yet
Letta began to blink a few times as the alarm on her nightstand started disturbing her, eventually making the effort to reach out and turn off the noisy object. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes, seeing that it was already six in the morning. Letta then sat up, stretching her arms, trying to bring herself to the realization that she had to start getting ready to go back to work. But before that, Letta fell silent, leaning back against the headboard of her bed. Last night, her encounter with Abian had left Letta unable to express what still troubled her heart until now.Letta didn't know how to convey everything that had happened to her to Abian, and what made her most hesitant was anticipating Abian's reaction. Would he show disappointment, or worse, look at her with disgust, causing Letta to harshly rub her face.Nevertheless, Letta still had to tell Abian everything that had happened to her, that she was currently carrying someone else's child. Just imagining that made Letta truly
Letta immediately left her apartment while occasionally tinkering with her phone, trying to contact Abian."Are you awake?" Letta asked as the call connected."You just woke me up," Abian replied, making Letta smile. She could still hear the characteristic groggy voice of someone just waking up from the other end."But I'm sure you're not fully awake yet, right?" Letta said, making Abian just mumble."Yeah, but I have to be up now anyway, as I need to send an email to my team still there. Fortunately, you called," Abian said, making Letta smile.Letta then stopped in her tracks when she saw two people who always followed her every day, unnoticed by her. After that, Letta continued to walk along the sidewalk towards her workplace. "Have you gone to work?" Abian asked from the other end."Yes, I'm walking towards Coffee Break," Letta replied."Alright, then have a great day. I'll pick you up later after you finish," Abian said, making Letta nod."Okay, then I'll hang up," Letta said, th
Letta looked at Abian, who was currently staring at her with a puzzled expression. "Abian," Letta said, also surprised by Abian's arrival. After that, Letta looked at Marco, who was also looking at Abian with his arrogant gaze. Abian then walked closer to Letta, who was about to get into the car, causing Letta to abandon her intention."Are you back?" Abian asked, making Letta nod her head. After that, Abian, of course, noticed the presence of Marco, who was right behind Letta."Who is he?" Abian asked, making Marco about to walk and introduce himself, but of course, Letta wouldn't let that happen, making Letta stop Marco's movement."He's my Boss," Letta said, making Marco immediately look at her with an unhappy gaze, which Letta ignored."He wants to inquire about some tasks that I had left behind earlier," Letta continued when she saw Abian's questioning gaze."So, do you have other matters?" Abian asked again, making Letta shake her head, and once again, Marco looked displeased at
Finally, after Letta finished exploring her culinary city at the night market, she decided to invite Abian back to her apartment. Abian just chuckled, looking at Letta who was once again sighing deeply. "Didn't I tell you not to be too greedy and eat everything?" said Abian, still with his teasing tone, making Letta look at him with an expression of displeasure."But I really always lose control when I see my favorite food. I can't resist my appetite," Letta replied, making Abian just smile."And that's why you're having trouble walking right now because of your full stomach," Abian said, making Letta only pout, then looking towards the street next to them. The vehicles were too sparse, it seemed they were too engrossed in enjoying their time at the night market. Until they finally lost track of time, Letta then arrived at the door of her apartment, opened it, and told Abian to come in."Do you want something to drink?" Letta asked, taking off her handbag."A cold drink might be bette
Finally, Letta tried to regain control of herself, gathering her senses, until she pushed Marco's shoulder firmly, causing him to release his kiss. However, just as Letta was about to unleash her curse, she could see Marco's sharp eyes staring at her with a disapproving look, and all of Letta's words were swallowed back when Marco preempted her."What have you just done?" Marco asked with his cold voice and piercing gaze directed straight at Letta, making Letta fall silent, trying to digest what was happening to her right now. "What do you mean?" Letta finally asked, trying to respond to the man who seemed to be in a certain mood right now. But Letta could be sure that Marco was currently in a bad mood."Just answer my question, don't pretend not to know like that," Marco said again, this time gripping Letta's shoulder quite tightly, making Letta wince."What did you do with that damn guy earlier?" Marco said again, making Letta widen her eyes. Of course, Letta knew who Marco was refe
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