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
Mia looked at Letta with a furrowed brow, with a suitcase by her side. She let out a long sigh, then welcomed her friend into her apartment. Mia invited Letta to sit down and offered her some warm tea, considering the extremely cold weather outside. "Why did you go out with such thin clothing? Why didn't you wear a jacket or anything to keep yourself warm?" Mia said as she draped a blanket over Letta, making Letta smile while sipping the warm tea. Her friend was truly the most understanding friend Letta had."I didn't really have time to pay attention to what I was wearing right now. Even when packing my things, I was in a hurry because I didn't want to listen to Aunt's nagging and Mit's complaints for too long," Letta said as she placed the teacup down, making Mia look at her with a raised eyebrow. It seemed Letta knew what her friend was expecting."I will tell you, but may I go to the bathroom first?" Letta asked again, making Mia let out a long sigh before nodding. Letta smiled an
Arabella furrowed her brow as Marco suddenly asked to meet her. However, for the past fifteen minutes, her fiancé hadn't uttered a single word. He was only focused on the coffee cup, from which even the steam had disappeared. "Honey, what do you want to talk about? You're scaring me," Arabella said, getting up from her seat and approaching Marco, who was sitting beside her, while wrapping her arm around his shoulder. Marco looked up and gazed at the beautiful face of his fiancée.Of course, Marco couldn't divert his gaze from the woman who had been his partner for approximately three years. If it weren't for an unfortunate incident that Marco didn't want, maybe next year Marco would have proposed to his fiancée. Marco finally took Arabella's wrist and kissed it, making Arabella smile with all of Marco's affectionate and genuine gestures.Then, Marco pulled Arabella to sit on his lap. Arabella happily leaned in and gave Marco a kiss right on the lips."Is there a problem at the office?
Marco immediately stepped into the residence of the Jovanka family, which he hadn't visited in who knows how long. This made Marco promptly greeted by Krisna, the head servant at the Jovanka house. "The mistress is waiting for you in the family room," Krisna said. Marco seemed to already anticipate why he was suddenly called to his extended family's residence. He immediately walked towards the family room, where his own mother was already waiting for him."Good evening, Mom," Marco greeted with a friendly smile as he always did to greet Elena. However, Elena looked at him with an indifferent face as Marco had predicted beforehand. Nevertheless, Marco still approached his mother and affectionately kissed her cheek."It seems my Mom is in a bad mood," Marco said as he sat in front of Elena with a cup of coffee that had been served by the attendant earlier."Of course, I am angry. How could I not be angry with your behavior?" Elena said, causing Marco to finally set down the cup. He gaze
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