Marco roughly wiped his face as he sat in the jet headed to Shanghai, China. Unaware of the complexity that awaited him—chaos initiated by Jacob impacting his other businesses. Similarly, Edward faced his own challenges, but Marco's thoughts halted as Pedro approached."Sir," Pedro spoke, finally capturing Marco's attention."It's been over two days since Sir left Madam, yet Sir hasn't contacted her," Pedro reminded Marco. Marco cursed under his breath, massaging his temples."Yeah, I almost forgot to check in with my wife. She must be worried. Hand me my phone," Marco said, prompting Pedro to nod. After handing over Marco's phone, Pedro stepped back and took his seat. Marco powered on his intentionally turned-off phone, glancing at over 15 missed calls from their home phone. Frustrated with himself, Marco dialed their residence."Hello, where's Letta?" Marco inquired when Desi answered."Madam just entered her room to rest, Sir. Should I connect you to her?" Desi asked, momentarily s
Marco walked back to his private jet after dealing with a few individuals who would now pay for what they had done to him. He sat down and leaned back."Sir, you should rest. For today, we'll return to the hotel and handle the rest tomorrow," Pedro suggested, causing Marco to look at his subordinate."No, especially with what we still have to resolve. I want all of this to be over as soon as possible. I really need to meet Letta," Marco said, his last words sounding like a whisper, indicating how much he needed his wife."But if Sir insists, your condition won't be good," Pedro expressed concern about his boss's well-being."It's not the first or second time you've seen this, is it? Have you ever seen me relax when there are problems I face?" Marco retorted, leaving Pedro silent."But everything can be continued tomorrow, Sir. We just need to handle the remaining matters in Chicago," Pedro suggested again."What about the others?" Marco inquired."It seems the news that has circulated
Marco hurriedly ran to the hospital where his father was, after Pedro informed him that Helena had contacted him, stating that Edward had suffered a heart attack and was currently in critical condition. Marco stopped in his tracks upon seeing his mother, who was hunched over, sobbing."Mommy," Marco uttered, causing Helena to look up and immediately embrace her only son."Look, your Daddy is lying there helpless," said Helena, directing Marco's gaze towards Edward, who lay with medical equipment attached to his body."What actually happened?" Marco asked, as Helena looked up, gripping the jacket Marco was wearing."Of course. It's all because of your cousin and uncle. They've messed up everything your Daddy fought for from scratch, and now that things are going well, they effortlessly try to slowly pull away what we have," Helena explained, prompting Marco to wipe tears from his mother's face."Don't worry, I've taken care of each issue that I should have. Daddy doesn't need to worry
Marco immediately tried to contact his home phone number while sitting beside his still critically ill father. Despite the challenging situation, Marco attempted to maintain composure, knowing that many people depended on him: thousands of employees in his company, his father, his mother, and Letta along with their unborn child. All these responsibilities pressured Marco to resolve everything quickly to prevent any adverse consequences. He pondered until the call connected, and he inquired about his wife's whereabouts."Where is Letta?" Marco asked as the phone connection was established. No response on the other end left Marco staring at his phone screen."Hello, Desi, can you hear me?" Marco questioned again, encountering only silence."I miss you." In that moment, Marco felt his heart racing, warmth flooding his chest just from hearing the soft, faint voice on the other side."Are you okay there?" Letta asked, stirring emotions in Marco that he couldn't contain. Marco thought he co
The next step Marco needs to take is to meet Arabella in person, even though he is aware that Helena has already taken the initiative to contact Arabella's family for collaboration with their company. However, Marco chooses a different path, intending to do things in his own way. He shifts his gaze towards Pedro, who, like him, is still unable to rest."Do you already know where Arabella is?" Marco asks again."She's currently in Paris, Sir," Pedro replies, prompting Marco to nod."In that case, arrange a meeting with her. Let her know that I want to meet her personally," Marco says again, causing Pedro to nod immediately. Marco needs to move quickly amid completing all his projects in Chicago. He also has to find time to meet Arabella amidst a stack of files and emails that he needs to go through. Marco is still trying to figure out the next steps and plan. He continues to monitor the condition of his father, who remains in the same state."Alright, let's first inspect our projects i
Pedro entered Marco's room as soon as they arrived in Paris, ensuring that Carlos was securely in his grasp."Sir, you can now meet Miss Arabella; she's waiting at one of the hotel's restaurants in the city center," Pedro says, causing Marco to halt his movements on the screen in front of him."In that case, prepare for another 15 minutes. I'll be there," Marco says. After that, he moves swiftly, organizing and preparing the documents he needs to show Arabella. Once everything is ready, Marco heads to the agreed-upon hotel for their meeting.It doesn't take long for Marco to arrive at the promised restaurant. He sits in the pre-booked chair, but he furrows his brow when Arabella hasn't arrived after almost 15 minutes of waiting. Marco immediately contacts Pedro, who is waiting in another room in the hotel."Can you confirm that the time mentioned by Arabella is correct?" Marco asks, making Pedro nod."Yes, Sir. I've checked several times, and the restaurant seat reservation matches wh
Letta then stepped out of her room out of boredom. She tried to survey her surroundings, observing several servants cleaning the area."Where's Desi?" Letta asked one of the servants."She was behind Madam, watching the employees tidying up the backyard," the servant replied, prompting Letta to nod."The backyard with the high fence?" Letta asked, making the servant nod."Alright, then I'll go there," Letta said, causing the servant to be slightly startled and stop her mistress."Should I fetch Desi for you, Madam?" the servant asked, but Letta shook her head."No need, I want to find out myself. What's happening in that backyard? All I see is overgrown bushes left neglected, so are they clearing it now?" Letta inquired, making the servant nod slightly."In that case, should I accompany you, Madam?" the servant asked again, and Letta shook her head."No need. I can manage on my own. Besides, you all have a lot of work, don't you? Just continue with your tasks," Letta said, making the
Desi glanced at Letta, who was now sitting while watching a large TV in front of her with a variety of fruit snacks and other sweets. Letta looked towards Desi, who was sitting farther away."Desi, sit here, accompany me in watching," Letta said, making Desi just smile."It's okay, Madam. I can stay here with you. Besides, I need to check on the other servants," Desi said, causing Letta to look around."It's almost evening. Besides, they don't need to be supervised. Just let them be; they might be tired from the whole day's work. So, relax here," Letta said, eventually making Desi sit closer to her."Come closer. It's fine here. Don't sit far away like that," Letta said again, making Desi finally sit closer. Desi then looked at the TV show Letta was watching, like romantic dramas that always captivated Letta's attention."Isn't their love story so tragic? I follow every episode," Letta said, making Desi just smile."Yes, I followed it in the early episodes, but not anymore," Desi said
As Marco had previously mentioned, he and Freya were now in the kitchen, looking at the ingredients already on the table. "So, Uncle, what are we going to make?” Freya asked, also unsure of what she should do. After all, it was Marco who had suggested making breakfast, so Freya would just follow whatever Marco instructed. Currently, besides being busy with the ingredients in front of him, Marco also had to look at recipes on his smartphone. “Wait a minute, Uncle has to find a recipe that matches the ingredients we have," Marco said again, looking a bit puzzled, making Freya immediately look at him with raised eyebrows. "Did Uncle invite me to make breakfast without any prior planning?” Freya asked, inspecting Marco's expression, which was currently glued to his phone, as he looked at the recipes that he was now reading one by one. "Yes, it was a sudden invitation from Uncle, why?" Marco asked back. "That means Uncle can't cook?" Freya asked again, making Marco finally look at his
Letta then blinked when she felt the sunlight beginning to enter through the curtains of her bedroom window, but that wasn't what made her feel different this morning. When a large hand now encircled her waist, Letta immediately turned around, seeing Marco still softly snoring behind her, and after that, Letta could only draw the corners of her lips unintentionally. The smile seemed to automatically greet her morning just because Marco was by her side. Letta didn't know since when she had longed for a morning that felt so warm like this, nor did she know since when she started feeling sleep that didn't make her feel at ease at all. Last night, when Marco said that he would definitely fall asleep comfortably, it made Letta truly feel it, to the point that she didn't even wake up in the middle of the night. Letta then turned to look at Marco, who was still closing his eyes, and for the first time, Letta could see Marco's face up close after such a long time. His high nose, his eyes tha
Finally, Letta was able to tell everything that Marco wanted to hear, recounting her entire life and the beginnings of her feelings of happiness, sadness, frustration, touched moments, and the pain she felt when leaving Marco, and enduring with Freya. Letta revealed everything to Marco so that he knew that it was what she felt when she left all the beautiful and painful memories about him. Marco then brought his face closer to Letta’s, making Letta close her eyes as she felt the warm breath of Marco enveloping her face. “Iam the cruelest yet fortunate man to have had you. I didn't know that from the beginning our fate seemed ironic, and it must have been very painful for you. And I am fortunate that you were willing to accept a man like me,” Marco said, leaving Letta silent. Letta also didn't know how she could develop such feelings for Marco. Although from the beginning, it was only the pain that Marco inflicted, it seemed that was also what made Letta have the opposite feelings f
Marco then looked in Letta's direction as she emerged from Freya's room. After that, he walked closer. "Has Freya fallen asleep?" Marco asked, making Letta nod. Letta then sat not far from Marco's position. Letta didn't know if the decision she made was right in giving Marco a chance. However, as stated by Abian and her own intuition, she felt the need to give herself a chance as well, not solely for Marco's sake. Letta wanted to experience whether she would truly be happy if she welcomed Marco back into her life. Letta was slightly taken aback when Marco reached out his hand and gently stroked her cheek. “What are you thinking?” Marco asked, eliciting a warm gaze from Letta in response. "Nothing, just thinking. Until when will you continue to stay here and sleep in the car?” Letta said, because all this time Letta actually knew that Marco didn't sleep in the hotel prepared by Pedro. Instead of sleeping comfortably, Marco always slept in his car, whether in his driveway or on the
Letta then tried to dry her wet hair with a towel because a few days ago she forgot to fix her hairdryer. So, it seemed that tonight she would sleep with wet hair. For Letta, that was not a problem. What needed to be done now was to prepare dinner for them. Letta hurriedly left the room and saw that Marco had finished cleaning himself. He had even changed into casual clothes that always concealed his figure. Letta saw Marco eating snacks that Freya fed him while watching Freya's favorite show, as she walked behind the sofa they were sitting on. “What do you want for dinner?" Letta asked as she walked towards the kitchen, making Marco look at Letta who was starting to open the refrigerator. "I want sausages and eggs, maybe with chicken," Freya said, making Letta nod before looking at Marco. "Are you also waiting for my answer?” Marco asked, making Letta look at him with raised eyebrows. "If you can eat whatever I provide," Letta said, beginning to select the ingredients in front of
Letta then chose to entrust Freya to Rose because even after evening, they still couldn't finish their current grape harvest. This made Letta rush back to approach Marco. "Are you not tired?" Letta asked, looking at Marco's sweaty face. Marco responded to Letta's gaze, now starting to pick grapes again. "Actually, I should be asking that. Aren't you tired? You should just go home with Freya, and I can finish it. Besides, there's just a little left," Marco said, causing Letta to shake her head. "I can't let you harvest the grapes alone. You might not finish until night. So, we can do it together. It will be better that way," Letta said, making Marco finally agree. They then accelerated their movements because the sun had started to set, and it needed to be done quickly to store it in the warehouse. It took about 2 hours, but they finally managed to finish it. Marco immediately carried the grapes into the warehouse, while Letta tidied up the equipment they used. Letta then approache
Letta and Freya gazed at Marco, who had now changed into suitable clothing for going to the vineyard. Although his pants were a bit short, Letta couldn't help but think that whatever Marco wore always seemed to suit him. Perhaps it was because of his handsome face, which made Freya smile. "Isn't uncle looking funny?" she said, causing Letta to shake her head. "Is my appearance that bad?” Marco asked, realizing that Freya was laughing at him, but he just shook his head. "Not bad, just that uncle looks funny in those pants,” he said, making Marco smile. "Alright, then I'm ready to help with your grape harvest today. What's my task?” Marco asked, making Letta and Freya smile at each other before taking some tools and handing them to Marco. "So, your main task is just to follow us. Later you'll know what I do at the vineyard,” Letta said, and Marco finally followed Letta and Freya's footsteps. Occasionally, Marco looked at Freya, who was chatting with her mother. Sometimes Freya laugh
Marco was slightly startled when someone suddenly knocked on the car window, prompting him to blink and focus his gaze on the window. Letta was trying to peer into the car as the car Marco was driving couldn't be seen from the outside. Marco lowered the car window, revealing Letta's displeased expression as she glared at him. "Don't tell me you've been sleeping in this car all night?" Letta asked, making Marco look around before responding, "Yes, as you can see." "I apologize. Are you bothered by my presence? But I'm not taking up much space in your yard. This car isn't that big, right?" Marco replied, making Letta snort. "That's not the problem, you stalker. What if people around here see you? What if they say you're a stalker or a bad person?" Letta said, making Marco smile. "What people? Aren't there just a few houses here? Besides, look at the distance. I'm just being cautious, in case there's a bad person who might harm you,” Marco said with his absurd reasoning, leaving Lett
267.146.we can be happyLetta tried to avoid Marco, who was now following her and constantly blocking her path. Letta also didn't want to fight in someone else's house, especially when Abian was sick. This made Letta rush to her house, although in the midst of her steps, Marco once again prevented her. Fortunately, this wasn't a crowded place, and there was only a vineyard illuminated by dim lights, allowing Letta to express whatever she was feeling to Marco."You hurt me by gripping me so tightly,” Letta said, making Marco finally try to loosen his grip, but not letting go even a bit. Marco was afraid that Letta would leave him again, and it would be difficult for Marco to find Letta again if she completely got away."Please, listen to me first," Marco said, making Letta try to bite her lower lip as hard as she could. Letta didn't know, perhaps she would hurt herself, but that was all she could do to express her anger right now."There's nothing more we can talk about. I don't want t