Marco continued to stare blankly at the flat screen in front of him, his mind filled not with the emails that were currently flashing across it, but with the image of a woman who had accompanied his nights for the past few weeks. The memory of her lingered vividly, disrupting his sleep and filling his thoughts with the softness of her touch and the sweetness of her lips. Even the natural fragrance of her body might be enough for Marco to recognize her. "So, have you read the email from Abraham?" someone across from Marco asked, causing him to finally shift his gaze towards his friend, who, for some reason, always seemed to be in his office during working hours like this. "Stop loitering around in my office. It's still working hours. Don't you have a job? Are you too relaxed that you keep hanging around in front of me?" Marco asked, causing Jonas to shrug nonchalantly. "That's the life of an heir to the Milis Group fortune. I don't have to worry about the heavy burdens on my shoulders. Just by pointing at people, they get things done as I want," Jonas said, sipping on his drink, prompting Marco to sigh in annoyance.
"Well then, you'd better stay in your high seat before someone forcibly pulls you off it and takes it for themselves," Marco retorted, causing Jonas to chuckle as if he was underestimating his friend's words. "It's you who should be worried here, not me," Jonas replied, making Marco furrow his brow. "Don't try to equate me with you," Marco said, trying to refocus on the flat screen in front of him. "Come on, don't hide it anymore. You're not good at hiding any secrets from me. Didn't you sleep with a woman a few weeks ago at your company's anniversary party? How's she doing?" Jonas asked, as he had previously mentioned that Marco couldn't keep any secrets from his friend, who was either too clever or too carefree to bother with his issues. "I don't know," Marco replied casually, causing Jonas to sit up straight. "Does Ara know?" Jonas asked again, causing Marco to let out a long sigh. "If she knew, I wouldn't be sitting calmly in this big seat of mine right now, you know that," Marco replied, causing Jonas to nod in understanding of what his friend was saying. Marco and Ara's love could be considered an unbreakable bond, but foolishly, his friend in front of him could sleep with another woman just a few weeks ago. "Shouldn't you find out who that woman is?" Jonas asked, causing Marco to fall silent. "I know you don't care about this trivial matter, but you have to remember that you're one of the most sought-after men, by both women and men, and there are many who want to destroy you. Aren't you afraid that one of the people who dislike seeing your success might be the woman you slept with? She might have captured that moment that night and suddenly appear and make it public. I can't imagine what would happen to you," Jonas said, leaving Marco speechless. Of course, he had considered this, but it wasn't as terrifying until Jonas articulated it with such a frightening tone. "Stop talking nonsense. She won't do anything. She's just an ordinary woman who, somehow, was with me that night," Marco said, trying to think positively, but it seemed his friend wasn't done with scaring him. "Or perhaps she's one of the women you rejected before, and she gave the recording of both of you to Ara," Jonas said again, making Marco start to feel irritated. "If she had done that weeks ago, Ara would be after my life, but she's still by my side and calm," Marco replied, making Jonas try to think of something else. How could there be a woman who remained silent even now after spending a night with a Marco Jovanka? Wasn't that a good sign for her to turn her life around, Jonas pondered. "But my instinct tells me that you have to find that woman, at least find out if she's pregnant or not," Jonas said, something that hadn't occurred to him before, but it made Marco start as if he remembered something from that night, causing him to curse, which was immediately heard by Jonas. "Damn," Marco cursed, making Jonas sit up straight. "Is there a problem? Did she attack you?" Jonas asked, as Marco rubbed his face roughly. "That night, I didn't use protection," Marco answered, causing Jonas to fall silent, beginning to understand what they would have to consider next. "Yes, my feeling was right. You have to find her. At least check the CCTV footage to find that woman," Jonas said again, making Marco remember the morning when that night happened. If Cinderella left her glass slipper for a prince, and the woman, whose name he didn't know, left her bright red lingerie on the bed, Marco couldn't comprehend what the woman was thinking, abruptly leaving after spending the night with him. Was she scared, shocked, or something else, Marco couldn't fathom. "I can't possibly search for her just with her lingerie, can I?" muttered Marco, unsure of what to do to find the woman from that night. "Did you say something?" Jonas asked again, making Marco just ignore him and get up from his seat. "Hey, I'm not done talking to you. We need to come up with a plan to find that woman," Jonas said, but Marco raised his hand. "Go back to your company. I can handle my own affairs, and one more thing, don't even think about discussing this with Ara. If she finds out, I know exactly who to blame," Marco said with a cold and menacing aura, making Jonas shudder at the sight of his friend. "Okay, I trust you," Jonas said after that, turning back to finish the last sip of his drink. "It seems like the love story of my friend is about to get more interesting. I wonder what he'll do to Ara and that woman if something remarkable really happens," Jonas said, pulling the corner of his lip as if he was truly anticipating what he imagined at that moment. Certainly, because until now Marco had lived peacefully without any problems, making Jonas feel that his friend's life was too monotonous. At least, having that one-night woman could add a little more color to his friend's life, Jonas thought.Mia looked at her friend with a furrowed brow, noting that Letta had appeared not quite herself for some time now."Are you sure you're not unwell?" Mia asked, curious, as she approached Letta, who was sitting there trying to pull her sweater closer. "I'm fine, I think," Letta replied, causing Mia to sigh in frustration."That's not a definite answer, Letta. You need to get yourself checked or look into your possibly packed schedule. These past few weeks, you've been refusing to take flights," Mia said, making Letta clench her sweaty fingers."Actually, I've already submitted my resignation letter," Letta suddenly announced, shocking Mia with the sudden decision Letta had made. Letta hadn't mentioned it at all to Mia, who always knew everything Letta was dealing with. Mia seemed slightly disappointed with Letta's decision."And then?" Mia asked, waiting for Letta to continue."I can't just leave right away. I said I wanted to leave right now, but it might take about two weeks to proce
Letta tried to continue walking as Marco's entourage passed her, but suddenly her body froze when she heard his baritone voice from behind."Hey, can you wait a moment?" he said, making Letta even unable to turn her body, just staying silent while staring at the tips of her shoes, not knowing what would happen to her next. Hearing Marco's steps approaching, "Are you not listening to me?" he asked again, making Letta finally try to exhale a long breath to control her heartbeat a little."Are you unwell?" someone now standing right beside her asked, making Letta force herself to look up at the face in front of her, then widen her eyes before lowering her gaze again. Of course, it was the face of the man who had shared her bed a few weeks ago."You're my employee, aren't you? I don't want any of my employees working in such a condition. I don't want to be sued later on," Marco said, folding his arms and scrutinizing Letta's appearance, which could only meekly bow down. "I'm sorry, sir, b
Letta immediately pursed her lips upon seeing the irritating expression Mia always directed at her whenever she begged for something. "I can't, Mia," Letta said wearily, causing Mia to cup her hands."Come on, isn't the way to your house one way? I'm sure this won't take up more than ten minutes of your time. You just have to hand over all this data to Andra," Mia said again, leaving Letta silent as she looked at the brown folder Mia was offering her.It wasn't that she didn't want to meet Andra or make a stop at the restaurant. It was who Andra was with that made Letta reluctant to drop by and help her friend."Mia, I really need to get home quickly. I'm not feeling well at all, so could you just call Andra and tell her to pick it up herself?" Letta said, making Mia shake her head."The thing is, Andra hasn't been picking up my calls since earlier. I've been trying to reach her several times, and right now, she needs it because Mr. Marco has been asking for this data, and she stupidl
The situation in the restaurant grew increasingly tense for Letta as she grew anxious under Marco's careful scrutiny. Letta felt sweat dampening her face, even though the restaurant's air ventilation should have been adequate. Marco's sharp gaze made her feel cornered, with no way to escape."I am right, aren't I?" Marco asked, making Letta only able to shake her head. Marco didn't stop there."Are you lying to me?" Marco asked, forcing Letta to straighten her face and face the man's intense gaze."I am certain that you must be mistaken," Letta said, trying to deny it. However, Marco remained undeterred."I have never been wrong about identifying someone, especially not when it comes to catching your scent," Marco said, showing the scarf Letta had worn earlier. Marco cleared his throat, making Letta even more uneasy."Is my scent so offensive to your senses?" Letta asked with an awkward smile. Marco moved closer, making Letta feel even more cornered."I am serious, and I am sure you a
Letta finally lay down on her bed, exhaling her tired breath. Finally, she could escape from Marco after holding herself in the restaurant for quite some time. Letta then gazed at the ceiling of her room. Although tonight she could deny the suspicions Marco had of her, Letta wasn't sure if in the days to come she could continue to hide her pregnancy from Marco. He would surely grow suspicious and eventually find out that she was pregnant. Letta knew someone like Marco wouldn't easily let her go.On the other hand, Letta also thought about Abian, how he must be feeling, and how shattered he would be upon knowing Letta was carrying another man's child. Tears welled up in her eyes. Letta couldn't bear to see how disappointed Abian would be. He was a very kind man and cared deeply for her. He was always by her side when Letta went through life's most difficult moments. The response she would give might be considered betrayal by Abian, even though Letta never intended it to be.Not only th
Letta blinked a few times as suddenly the bedroom door opened loudly. "Wake up, don't tell me you're being lazy just because it's Sunday," someone snapped, making Letta try to sit up. But her movement stopped when her stomach started hurting again, prompting Letta to caress her flat stomach. Was this the effect of last night's impact that hadn't gone away? Letta thought, then she sat back down, looking at her aunt who was now glaring at her, no longer the same as before, when she used to look at her with one eye closed."Aunt,""I've heard all about Miti's story. Don't you have any mercy to help your own sister? Or have my acts of kindness toward you been insufficient?" Jeni said, making Letta sigh with exhaustion. Even her energy hadn't fully recovered yet, but she had to listen to the scolding of the two people in front of her, who certainly despised her."I have often helped her, Aunt," Letta answered without enthusiasm, her focus solely on her increasingly painful stomach."What d
Since earlier, Letta had been waiting in the waiting room before her name was finally called. While holding her stomach, which was starting to feel better though still painful, Letta hoped that nothing bad would happen to her and her unborn baby. However, Letta's attention was interrupted when suddenly a teenager in complete school uniform shouted not far from the hallway where she was."I don't want to, because I already said I'm fine," she said, making Letta slightly furrow her brow as she saw the straight back that was now facing her. Somehow, it felt very familiar, but the next moment, Letta tried to dismiss the thought. "Even my mother doesn't care, so what's the point of bothering to bring me here," were the words of the teenager that Letta overheard, causing her to finally ignore the argument between the two and choose to check her phone, trying to contact her friend."Mia, can I crash at your apartment tonight?" was the short message Letta sent to her friend, then she put her
Somehow, Letta could only sit restlessly after being examined by the doctor handling her this time. Occasionally, Letta glanced at the man beside her who had been sitting with a calm expression, before turning her attention back to the doctor who was now in front of them."So, Miss Letta Leticia, how old are you?" the doctor asked, prompting Letta to answer immediately, "25 years old," Letta replied, causing the doctor to jot it down."What is your husband's name?" the doctor asked again, leaving Letta confused. The doctor then turned to Letta, diverting their gaze which had been focused solely on Letta's information."What is your husband's name?" the doctor asked again, glancing between Letta and Marco. This eventually left Letta with no choice but to admit the truth. "Actually, doc, I..." her words were cut off when Marco suddenly intervened, "Marco Jovanka, that's her husband's name," Marco said, causing Letta to widen her eyes. The doctor seemed to notice Letta's expression, but
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,"
Marco gazed out the window where the sky had begun to turn orange as the sun started to set. He then looked at the watch on his wrist. Initially, Marco planned to go home briefly to meet Letta, but it turned out that his schedule truly didn't allow him to meet his wife."Isn't it too early to have dinner with a client, even though it's still too early?" Marco said, looking at Pedro, who only responded to his gaze through the reflection in the rearview mirror."Maybe he just wants you to meet him, maybe enjoy some dessert or coffee," Pedro said, also unsure of how to respond. It made Marco smile."Since when do I want to eat sweet things like that?" Marco said, making Pedro fall silent because his appointment with Mr. Adam was too early compared to the initial plan. "Actually, what project is he going to show me?" Marco asked again."Well, it seems he wants to get involved with our project in Chicago because it's been leaked. So, the businessmen around you are starting to flock to join
Marco then gazed at Letta, now peacefully asleep. Letta had closed her eyes for five minutes, yet for some reason, Marco felt reluctant to move from his seat. It was as if he wanted to keep observing his wife's face. Marco reached out, gently caressing the side of Letta's face, which sometimes made Letta furrow her brow, or sometimes even smile. It provided a comforting feeling for Marco.Suddenly, a knock was heard from Letta's door, causing Marco's movements to halt. "Come in," Marco said, causing Pedro to finally open the door and immediately bow before Marco. "It seems we need to move now to meet Jacob," Pedro said. Marco sighed deeply as he stood up from his seat. "Actually, a few minutes ago, I wanted to move, but somehow, I felt so unwilling to leave here," Marco said while gazing at Letta for a moment before turning around."Let it be, let's go now. If I follow my heart, my beloved cousin might cause trouble again," Marco said, making Pedro follow his steps slowly. They closed
Letta then looked around the room she now occupied, with white-painted walls that made her smile. "This is our room, right?" Letta asked, making Marco nod. Indeed, Marco had asked Desi to change the atmosphere of the room Letta had previously occupied and moved all of Marco's belongings there, including his books and clothes. Marco also instructed to lock the room he had previously occupied, as there were many unpleasant memories that Letta had experienced there. "But why does the room look so feminine? Don't you mind?" Letta asked, making Marco smile. "Why should I? If I sleep in a room that smells feminine, I still sleep as a man who needs a woman," Marco said, winking at Letta, who just rolled her eyes lazily. Letta then walked towards the dressing room and saw the spacious wardrobe, with Marco's and her clothes side by side, which made her smile. After that, Marco stopped Letta's movement and held her shoulder. "That's enough wandering, we can do it after you rest," Marco said aga
Letta gazed out the window, where the view before her was very different from the previous place. "Is our house in this area?" Letta asked, making Marco nod. Letta began to observe every detail around without paying attention to the ice cream in her hand and on the back seat.Suddenly, a tall, large gate opened in front of her, causing Letta to furrow her brows. There was something familiar. "Could it be because I've been living in this house for a few months? I sense something a bit strange," Letta said, making Marco look at her, and then Letta smiled."Yes, it seems like I'm starting to feel something that I had forgotten before, like entering this area of the house. It feels a bit different," Letta said, leaving Marco silent. It wasn't clear what Letta was feeling, whether it was a faint memory or a premonition she experienced.Finally, the car stopped right in front of their large house. Letta asked, "Have we arrived?" Marco nodded. Marco got out of the car first, then opened the
Marco left Letta's room and immediately grabbed his phone. He stepped away a little so his voice wouldn't be heard by his wife. Marco promptly contacted Pedro because there was an important matter that needed to be resolved that day. "I want you to make sure that everything in the house that makes Letta suspicious is removed, especially the key to the small room. Don't let Letta find out about it. Tell all the servants and guards at home never to mention what happened to Letta at home, including Desi. You know what to do," Marco instructed Pedro before ending the call.Marco felt the need to sort it out as the doctor had allowed Letta to return home after her condition improved. It only required regular check-ups, and Marco sighed deeply, hoping there would be no issues when bringing Letta back home. Then, Marco re-entered the room and saw Letta standing, gazing out of the window. He approached Letta and tightly embraced her shoulder. "Why?" Marco asked."I don't know why, but it feel
Letta remained stunned as she felt Marco's thumb continuously caressing her lower lip, leaving her only able to gaze into Marco's eyes, which were now fixed on her. Marco then pulled Letta to sit on his lap, so they faced each other at a close distance."You know how hard I'm trying not to devour you right now," Marco said, making Letta chuckle."How hard?" Letta asked, making Marco reach out to the side of Letta's face and gently caress it, gazing at every inch of his wife's face."Very hard, I don't want to hurt you with this intense desire," Marco said, making Letta shake her head immediately."You won't hurt me. I trust you," Letta said, making Marco shake his head."No, we don't even know how our baby is doing inside here," Marco said, stroking Letta's visibly rounded belly, making Letta smile."He's doing fine in there. I even felt his movements last night," Letta said, making Marco widen his eyes."Has he really moved?" Marco asked, making Letta nod."He moved while I was aslee