Marco furrowed his brow slightly when he realized Letta wasn't by his side. He felt anxious and worried, especially when recalling bad memories. He put on his bathrobe and hurried to the bathroom. After checking the empty bathroom and dressing room, Marco noticed scattered clothes belonging to Letta, reminding him that he forgot to take Letta shopping.After freshening up, Marco changed into casual clothes and headed downstairs. As he passed the guards and servants, they saluted and bowed, something that was usual at Marco's house. As he was about to head to the garden, he heard a commotion coming from the kitchen, prompting him to furrow his brow and decide to check first before looking for Letta. In the kitchen, Marco was surprised to see Letta sandwiched between two servants and Desi, observing the messy state of the kitchen."What are you doing?" Marco asked, and seeing his wife's face made him smile broadly. Letta answered somewhat irritably, "Come on, if you want to tease, you b
Marco then smiled and approached Letta. He then embraced her from behind, taking over the watering of the plants and turning it off before releasing her carelessly."It's okay, don't be angry like that. If you keep making that face, I might just devour you anytime," said Marco, causing Letta to want to respond. However, Marco immediately placed his index finger on his wife's soft lips."No protests. I truly had no intention of disparaging your cake. I was just worried that if you went down to the kitchen, you might get hurt," Marco finally said, causing Letta to sigh deeply."I do have to go down to the kitchen as a woman, as a future mother. Of course, I have to provide delicious meals for my husband and my children. You know, everything I forget truly makes me forget how to cook. Isn't that normal?" Letta asked, making Marco shake his head."You don't need to do that. What's the point of hiring the best cook in this house if you're going back to the kitchen in the end?" Marco said,
Letta looked back at Marco, who was now sitting next to her, his gaze focused on the road ahead where the congested cars filled the streets. Somehow, Letta felt the timing was a little off because the traffic jam was consuming their remaining time on the road. If the traffic had been smooth, they would have reached the shopping center in about 15 minutes. It had been more than 30 minutes, yet their car hadn't moved an inch. Letta could see how Marco's jaw was clenched. It seemed that it wasn't just the traffic jam making Marco look angry, but also someone who had sent flowers to her that they still didn't know about. Letta had only read the card, which said the flowers were as beautiful and charming as her. It seemed that was why his emotions finally surfaced. Letta then stroked the back of Marco's hand, which was now gripping the steering wheel, making Marco look deeply at Letta. "Are you still angry?" Letta asked, making Marco finally sigh deeply. "I'm not angry," Marco replied, ma
Letta had been staring at the test pack in front of her for an hour. Her body froze, and she felt breathless when the word "pregnant" appeared on the test pack. This caused Letta to finally sit down on the cold bathroom tiles. She could only bow her head over her knees, tightly hugging them. For a moment, in that position, Letta began to lament all the mistakes and carelessness she had made in the past few hours. This reminded her of an incident a few weeks ago, where it all began.Three weeks ago,Letta had to attend the company's anniversary event where she worked, a leading airline company in various countries. Fortunately, Letta was able to become one of the employees in the large company. Of course, this was thanks to the hard work she had put in from the beginning to get into the company. Finally, Letta became a flight attendant and part of JV.Airlines.Letta looked at the large mirror in front of her, making sure her appearance was suitable for the luxurious event to be attende
Letta was now struggling to carry a tall, bulky man to a room somewhere, while being intoxicated herself. Letta, in a spirit of mutual assistance, was also dealing with another drunken individual."Can you tell me where your room is?" Letta asked for the umpteenth time, as the man only bowed his head and followed Letta's steps. Letta didn't know which room to take the man to, so she ended up just wandering through the corridors on the floor she was on."Actually, how much did he drink to end up unconscious like this?" Letta murmured while struggling to drag the man's hefty body. Eventually, upon reaching the elevator door, Letta tried to dig into the man's jacket, hoping for some clue to help her. The stroke of luck favored Letta when she found the key to the man's room, which turned out to be in the VVIP suite of the hotel, causing Letta to blink in disbelief.Letta finally pressed the button for the highest floor in the lift to take the man to his room. After some struggle and a few
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.
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 looked back at Marco, who was now sitting next to her, his gaze focused on the road ahead where the congested cars filled the streets. Somehow, Letta felt the timing was a little off because the traffic jam was consuming their remaining time on the road. If the traffic had been smooth, they would have reached the shopping center in about 15 minutes. It had been more than 30 minutes, yet their car hadn't moved an inch. Letta could see how Marco's jaw was clenched. It seemed that it wasn't just the traffic jam making Marco look angry, but also someone who had sent flowers to her that they still didn't know about. Letta had only read the card, which said the flowers were as beautiful and charming as her. It seemed that was why his emotions finally surfaced. Letta then stroked the back of Marco's hand, which was now gripping the steering wheel, making Marco look deeply at Letta. "Are you still angry?" Letta asked, making Marco finally sigh deeply. "I'm not angry," Marco replied, ma
Marco then smiled and approached Letta. He then embraced her from behind, taking over the watering of the plants and turning it off before releasing her carelessly."It's okay, don't be angry like that. If you keep making that face, I might just devour you anytime," said Marco, causing Letta to want to respond. However, Marco immediately placed his index finger on his wife's soft lips."No protests. I truly had no intention of disparaging your cake. I was just worried that if you went down to the kitchen, you might get hurt," Marco finally said, causing Letta to sigh deeply."I do have to go down to the kitchen as a woman, as a future mother. Of course, I have to provide delicious meals for my husband and my children. You know, everything I forget truly makes me forget how to cook. Isn't that normal?" Letta asked, making Marco shake his head."You don't need to do that. What's the point of hiring the best cook in this house if you're going back to the kitchen in the end?" Marco said,
Marco furrowed his brow slightly when he realized Letta wasn't by his side. He felt anxious and worried, especially when recalling bad memories. He put on his bathrobe and hurried to the bathroom. After checking the empty bathroom and dressing room, Marco noticed scattered clothes belonging to Letta, reminding him that he forgot to take Letta shopping.After freshening up, Marco changed into casual clothes and headed downstairs. As he passed the guards and servants, they saluted and bowed, something that was usual at Marco's house. As he was about to head to the garden, he heard a commotion coming from the kitchen, prompting him to furrow his brow and decide to check first before looking for Letta. In the kitchen, Marco was surprised to see Letta sandwiched between two servants and Desi, observing the messy state of the kitchen."What are you doing?" Marco asked, and seeing his wife's face made him smile broadly. Letta answered somewhat irritably, "Come on, if you want to tease, you b
Marco got out of the car carrying a box of cakes and went straight into the house."Where is Letta?" Marco asked as he passed one of the servants."She's in the garden next to the house, sir," the servant replied, causing Marco to glance at his watch, which read 2:00 in the afternoon."Didn't we take a break after coming back from the garden earlier?" Marco asked, causing the servant to shake their head and bow."Madam was seen strolling with Desi, but I didn't see her go into her room," the servant said, making Marco heave a long sigh. After that, Marco walked towards the garden on the side of his house.There, Marco saw Letta sitting not far from the edge of the pool, sipping tea and nibbling on some snacks that seemed untouched. Marco furrowed his brow as he saw Letta gazing at the pool."What are you thinking about?" Marco asked, making Letta startle slightly and smile as she looked at him."Are you back already?" Letta asked, making Marco nod his head."So what's making you think
Marco immediately stepped inside. Currently, Marco had made an appointment with one of the doctors who had previously treated Letta. He knocked on the door, entered, and sat in front of the doctor, who smiled at him."Mr. Jovanka, how can I help you?" the doctor asked, making Marco nod."Yes, I need the doctor's assistance," Marco said, causing the doctor to furrow his brow. The doctor was actually a bit surprised because just a few hours ago, he had met with Marco to examine Letta. Shortly after that, Marco contacted him again to make an appointment, but this time for himself. The doctor finally chose to listen to what the heir of the Jovanka estate really needed."Yes, what kind of assistance do you need?" the doctor asked, making Marco look at him seriously."I want to ask first, can my wife recover to her previous state?" Marco asked again, making the doctor furrow his brow slightly."Are you referring to her memory?" the doctor asked, making Marco nod."Yes, about all the memorie
Marco gazed at Letta, who was leaning on his shoulder. They were in the car on their way home after Letta insisted on staying silent for a while in the park."Why?" Marco asked, reaching out his hand to gently stroke Letta's face, prompting Letta to finally look up at her husband."No, I'm just thinking," Letta said, causing Marco to furrow his brow. Letta then leaned her head back again, and Marco gently stroked the top of his wife's head."I'm scared," Letta said, causing Marco to stop his hand movement."What are you afraid of? Is someone bothering you, or is something troubling your mind?" Marco asked, making Letta nod."There's something troubling my mind," Letta said, making Marco feel a sense of unease. Each word Letta wanted to say seemed to instill a sense of fear in Marco. He was afraid that one day her memories would slowly start to resurface, becoming a time bomb for her."After meeting Celine earlier, I've been thinking a lot," Letta said, making Marco fall silent as he l
Marco immediately scanned the surroundings, searching for Letta, who was no longer in her original seat. "Find where Letta is now, don't let her go far from us. Search around this park and tell your men to move now," Marco said, making Pedro nod. He then turned back to give instructions to his men. Meanwhile, Marco quickly ran back to that seat, looking at the empty spot where Letta had been sitting earlier, wondering where she might be. He scanned the bustling park, finding it difficult to locate his wife.Marco then ran in another direction, toward the food truck and the restroom. Perhaps Letta was looking for him, but Marco still couldn't find her. Marco started to feel a bit anxious. Losing Letta was beginning to haunt him again. He couldn't bear losing his wife for the umpteenth time. Marco had promised to give her anything he had, as long as Letta stayed by his side. Yet, for some reason, the fear continued to haunt him, making Marco's heart race so intensely it felt like it mig
Pedro then instructed the driver, who was now driving his car, to speed up as their car approached Marco's. After that, they attempted to cut off the car following Marco's. However, it seemed they realized that Pedro was onto their motives, prompting them to step on the gas pedal. This led to a high-speed chase between them, with Pedro in pursuit and the other car evading. This disrupted the path of several other cars, causing some minor chaos in the traffic.When Pedro instructed their driver to cut the car off, suddenly the car veered, causing Pedro's car to be unable to avoid it perfectly. As a result, Jacob's people's car collided with the side of Pedro's car, causing both vehicles to spin in the midst of the relatively busy traffic.Pedro caught a glimpse of the people inside the car, but as he attempted to get out of his car to apprehend them, the car swiftly restarted and drove away. Pedro hurried to run, knowing he wouldn't be able to catch the car. Consequently, he could only
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, surv