As per Letta's earlier request to Desi, Desi had already arranged for a servant who now accompanied Letta for a stroll around the house she had just moved into for the first time."If you feel tired, just let me know, so I can escort Madam back to her room," said Ayu, causing Letta to turn towards her with a smile."I'm sure I can manage to roam around this house. It's only been five minutes since we started walking, right?" Letta replied, causing Ayu to smile awkwardly."But earlier, Desi mentioned that you shouldn't exert yourself too much. It was the master's order," Ayu said, making Letta smile."I know you would all obey Marco's orders. But don't worry, you don't need to be afraid because this is my own request. If Marco gets angry, just tell me. After all, I'm the one who forced you. Besides, I'm not as weak as you all imagine. Marco is the one who thinks I'm exaggerating," Letta said, leaving Ayu with no room for rebuttal. After all, this was also Letta's request.Eventually, t
With a sense of hesitation, Letta then picked up the phone from Abian. Abian's voice sounded as usual, calm and gentle, which had always been Letta's favorite."Are you there?" Abian asked, making Letta unable to even utter a word."I went to your apartment earlier, and the apartment owner said that you had moved out without asking for a refund," said Abian, making Letta not expect that Abian would know about his move so quickly. "Is that true?" Abian asked again."Yes, I moved out of that apartment," Letta replied, standing and gazing at the sky that had turned orange."I want to return your belongings," Abian said, making Letta furrow his brow. Letta thought Abian meant the items given by him."You don't need to return them if you don't like them. You can throw them away, and I'll do the same," Letta said, immediately silencing himself. Letta couldn't believe that he would utter such cruel words, but there was no other way to make Abian truly stay away from him. Letta didn't want Ab
Letta gazed ahead, looking at the now dark sky adorned only with a few stars that seemed too distant to reach. Letta could only lean her cheek on her arm, which was resting on her knees. The vast night sky, which she could only stare at without reason to distance herself, seemed to be the only companion for Letta at this moment, until her reverie was interrupted when someone knocked on her door, causing Letta to turn to Desi who was looking down. "Madam, dinner is ready, and Sir is waiting for you downstairs,” Desi said, making Letta look back ahead."Tell them I'm not hungry. I've already had my pregnancy milk, so there's no need to worry if the baby is lacking in nutrients," Letta said, making Desi about to reply to Letta's statement. However, Desi held back, thinking there was no need to say much. She would just convey what Letta said, and then it would be Marco himself who would decide."Alright, Madam. I will convey it to Sir," Desi said, then closed Letta's door. Letta started c
Marco looked at the paper Letta had given him last night, drawing a faint smile. It turned out that, as Letta had said earlier, she had indeed prepared an agreement before marrying Marco. It was written there that their marriage was only a marriage on paper, without involving any feelings for each other.For the first point, it seemed that Marco agreed. As for the second point, Marco had to give Letta freedom after they got married, and for this second point, Marco seemed a bit hesitant. Letta's request was not specific, so this point would be discussed with Letta later. The third point, after giving birth, Letta did not want to use a babysitter. She would take care of the child alone. That was something Marco might agree to. The fourth point, after the marriage and if they wanted a divorce, the custody of the child should go to Letta's hands. Marco would also have to discuss this with Letta, as according to the plan he had made, Letta would only meet her child until the child was bor
Letta now gazes at the neatly arranged dish in front of her, on the large table that could accommodate twelve people. She's the only one sitting while she looks at Desi, standing not far from her."Are you not eating? Would you like to sit here with me?" Letta said, causing the servants behind Desi to exchange glances. Desi just nodded before approaching."Sorry, I had my meal a while ago before serving dinner for Madam. It's better for Madam to enjoy her food alone. We shouldn't dine at the same table as our employer,” Desi said, making Letta furrow her brow. "Who made such a rule? Wouldn't it be better if someone accompanied me while eating? I have a better appetite when someone is with me," Letta said, gazing at Desi with a pleading look, but Desi shook her head."Madam can enjoy her meal alone. We'll accompany from here,” Desi said, standing not far from Letta's table. Letta sighed deeply, feeling that no one dared to accompany her at the large table. She started to take some dish
Letta gazed at Marco in disbelief as he casually refused and altered the agreement that Letta had previously thought through on her own."You can't just change it like that. You need my approval," Letta said, only to receive a dismissive response from Marco, as if Letta's opinion didn't matter to him."I'll make a more reasonable agreement than this," Marco said, causing Letta to stare at him incredulously. She was about to grab the paper that had been in Marco's hand without getting up from her seat. But as she moved, she had to bend slightly and shift the table in front of her. This action widened Marco's eyes."Hey, what are you doing? Don't you remember who's in your belly? Can't you be more careful?" Marco said firmly, looking towards Letta's stomach. Letta was slightly startled. To her, she wasn't endangering anything. She was just making a sudden movement, but Marco's reaction seemed exaggerated."You can't just move around recklessly with your body. What if something happens t
Letta gazed at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her. She was wearing a white dress that clung to her body. Letta kept staring, wondering if the reflection in the mirror was really her or not. Her face was adorned with light makeup, yet she didn't even recognize her own face. Had it really been so long since she last dressed up? Letta tugged at the corner of her lip.A few years ago, Letta had envisioned her dream wedding with Abian. They planned for a simple ceremony with a few friends in a spacious garden. There wouldn't be much adornment; just a simple dress with a flower crown. Letta didn't demand much from Abian. The memory made Letta's smile fade.But now, everything was different. The dress that clung to her body, even just the price of it rendered Letta speechless. Even the small hairpin that supported her hair glimmered in the mirror's reflection. Letta didn't know the price of all the things she was wearing, even though Marco had said they wouldn't have a lavish
Letta didn't know if there was something wrong with her appearance, but she still vividly remembered a few hours ago when she examined herself in front of the large mirror. Everything seemed fine, but the woman dressed in white, similar to her, continued to stare at her with sharp eyes, as if scrutinizing every inch of Letta's appearance."Let me introduce them, they are my parents," Marco said, making Letta force her best smile, although it felt extremely awkward."Congratulations on your marriage," Helena said, glancing towards the man next to her, Edward Jovanka. She looked at Letta with an expression not much different from Helena's."Thank you," Letta replied awkwardly, but her heart raced faster as Edward began speaking with a deep voice almost similar to Marco's, even sounding the same. Letta felt intimidated before something happened."Is it true that you're pregnant with Marco's child?" Edward asked coldly, making Letta only blink a few times before nodding her head."What is
Someone in a car was observing a couple who had just entered the car, causing the observer to clench their fists."Follow their car, but don't let them notice," said the man with bright-colored eyes, making the driver nod. They kept a distance from the other car and continued to tail it."I heard his wife is pregnant and has just come out of a coma?" Jacob asked, glancing at the man next to him, a dark-skinned man who nodded."From the information I've gathered, that's correct," he replied, causing Jacob to furrow his brow."What happened to his wife? Because as far as I know, Marco would never allow his wife to be harmed in any way," Jacob said, still gazing ahead until they arrived at a large hospital, prompting Jacob's car to stop as well."I want you to keep following him. I want to know what developments you need to obtain. I need to get the key to his downfall, so that he'll comply with what I want," Jacob said, making the man nod. After that, Jacob stepped out of the car, surve
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 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
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 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 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
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 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."
"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,"