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,
eyes widened as Marco pulled her firmly. Then, he pressed their lips together, while Letta could only close her eyes as Marco began to kiss her greedily, slipping his tongue between Letta's lips. They both felt the warmth they were experiencing, not to mention the increasingly heavy breath from Marco. Letta could only grip the clothes Marco had given her. Afterward, Marco released their lip lock, sweeping every sidLetta'se of Letta's face, then moving down to her neck."I'll clean the traces of that scoundrel," Marco murmured between kisses, and the next moment, Letta could only gasp as Marco sucked strongly on the same spot where the mark was. Not just once, but four marks that Marco had to clean from the old man's audacious touch on his wife."Is this the last mark?" Marco asked when he saw the mark near both sensitive sides of Letta, making Letta nod her head. And at that moment, Marco took off the clothes Letta was wearing, causing Letta to immediately hold onto her husband's sho
"In the dimly lit room, the sound of footsteps could be heard, echoing in the narrow hallway. Only dim lights illuminated each step until the footsteps stopped in front of the iron bars. Folding his arms, he gazed at the middle-aged man sitting silently in the dark room, pulling the corner of his lips before walking closer as the face became visible."So, you finally end up behind these iron bars," he said, making the middle-aged man turn and look at him sharply."You should have joined me in here," he said, making the other person chuckle."Come on, I'm not in cahoots with you. I just provided the information you needed. Haven't I been kind enough, and foolishly so are you? You never used my assistance as evidence. So you can't drag me in there with you, can you?" he said, eventually prompting the man to get up and approach him. Gripping the iron bars, he glared at Jacob angrily."Damn it, Jacob! You lured me into attacking that scoundrel. You said his power would never be the same a
Marco was stroking his wife's long hair as she leaned against his shoulder. "Is the book more interesting than looking at me?" Marco asked as Letta had been focused on her book all this time. They were both lying, leaning on the same hospital bed. Letta finally looked up and gazed at Marco, who still had bandages on his head."I've been looking at you since morning, and I need a different view. I'm also a little bored, so I chose to read a book for a while," Letta said, smiling broadly, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows. "You've been reading that book for over 2 hours, and you didn't let me disturb you at all," Marco said, causing Letta to shrug casually before refocusing on her book.However, as Marco was about to speak again, Pedro suddenly knocked on the door and entered the room. Marco immediately looked at him, while Letta seemed indifferent to whatever would be reported by her husband's subordinate. "There's someone who wants to meet you," Pedro said, making Marco lo
And true enough, their argument did come to a halt, not because Letta and Marco wanted to end it or because one of them conceded, but because someone now entered the room with a wide smile, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and fruits in the other. Letta's smile also widened upon seeing the person. However, it was the opposite with Marco; he immediately looked at him with a sharp gaze and a hardened jaw."I thought I would be kicked out again and told to go home because your guards took so long to call me," Jacob said casually, then placed the fruits he brought on the nightstand."Sorry, was I late to visit my dear cousin?" Jacob asked again, still with his annoying smile, looking at Letta and Marco."No, no, not at all. Luckily, I persuaded Marco to instruct Pedro to let the guest who wanted to visit Marco in immediately. Initially, Marco didn't want to meet anyone because he felt a little uncomfortable," Letta said, making Jacob nod."Well, thank goodness you told him that. I
Letta gazed directly at Marco, her eyebrows raised, as if she were awaiting an explanation from her husband."Marco, I really am curious about what your cousin meant earlier," Letta said, causing Marco to finally let out a long sigh."Don't pay attention to what Jacob said. You know he's just someone who talks nonsense. He's only trying to pique your curiosity," Marco said, causing Letta to shake her head."But I didn't see it that way," Letta replied."He seemed serious. I want to know about my previous encounter with Jacob, before I lost my memory, before we met again at that exhibition," Letta said, making Marco finally look at his wife."The meeting wasn't pleasant because he's someone who doesn't deserve anyone's kindness. And you, when you first met him, you were able to judge him well. You didn't even want to get close to him. He was already annoying during our first meeting at my parents' house," explained Marco, leaving Letta speechless."What did he do, exactly?" asked Letta
Letta then extended her hand, stroking her husband's firm jaw."If it's too much, you don't have to force anything you want to do right now. Whatever you feel for me at this moment," Letta said, causing Marco to grasp Letta's hand on the side of his face."I love you," Marco finally uttered, rendering Letta speechless."That's what I feel right now. Even though I've never said it directly. Isn't the fear I've felt of losing you all this time a representation of the love within me?" Marco said, again silencing Letta, before she nodded. Moments later, Letta pulled Marco closer and pressed her lips against his, allowing Marco to feel the softness moving between their lips."That's what I want to hear," Letta said amidst the kiss she gave, making Marco finally pull her waist closer to reciprocate the kiss slowly."I will tell you how much you want to hear from my mouth that I truly love you," Marco said, causing Letta to nod, though something felt uneasy in her heart. Letta tried to forge
Marco blinked as he heard the melodic sound of music near his bed. Slowly opening his eyes, he discovered a music player producing a beautiful melody. Scanning the room, Marco found no one, including Letta. He tried to sit up."Darling," Marco called out, but there was no response. Moments later, the bathroom door opened, revealing Letta in a fresh dress. Marco furrowed his brow at the sight of Letta no longer in a patient's attire."The doctor said I'm perfectly fine, so I've been discharged from the hospital and declared recovered," Letta explained, seemingly understanding her husband's gaze. She sat on the edge of the bed where Marco was."Well then, I'd like to change out of these clothes too," Marco said, prompting Letta to shake her head."You can't. Your condition isn't completely stable yet. The doctor said you need another two or three days of rest," Letta stated, causing Marco to shake his head."But these clothes are uncomfortable. I can wear my other clothes. I'll ask Pedr
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