Finally, Letta tried to regain control of herself, gathering her senses, until she pushed Marco's shoulder firmly, causing him to release his kiss. However, just as Letta was about to unleash her curse, she could see Marco's sharp eyes staring at her with a disapproving look, and all of Letta's words were swallowed back when Marco preempted her."What have you just done?" Marco asked with his cold voice and piercing gaze directed straight at Letta, making Letta fall silent, trying to digest what was happening to her right now."What do you mean?" Letta finally asked, trying to respond to the man who seemed to be in a certain mood right now. But Letta could be sure that Marco was currently in a bad mood."Just answer my question, don't pretend not to know like that," Marco said again, this time gripping Letta's shoulder quite tightly, making Letta wince."What did you do with that damn guy earlier?" Marco said again, making Letta widen her eyes. Of course, Letta knew who Marco was refe
Letta rounded her eyes, gazing towards Marco who was now flashing his devilish smile."What?" Letta asked incredulously, causing Marco to approach her."Didn't you hear that I will be staying in this apartment tonight?" Marco replied, making Letta shake her head. Of course, she wouldn't just accept whatever the man in front of her wanted."No, no, no, you can't sleep in this apartment. Besides, can't you see there's only one room here, and it's cramped at that, definitely not suitable for you, right?" Letta said, making Marco smile again, which made Letta feel even more worried."Who said anything about another room in this apartment?" Marco said, causing Letta to look at him with a increasingly puzzled look."Of course we have to share a room, don't we? Plus, in a few days we will be getting married," Marco said, leaving Letta completely bewildered by what her former boss wanted, or perhaps one could say he was her fiancé now. However, for Letta, Marco still couldn't do as he pleased
Letta woke up from her sleep, feeling a large hand encircling her stomach, causing her to startle. She turned around and saw Marco, who was sleeping while holding her. Letta squinted at him, questioning where the divider pillow had gone from the middle of the bed. She tried to lift his hand, but the warm breath on her neck made her uncomfortable."Be quiet," Marco whispered behind Letta's ear, making her freeze. Letta tried to free herself, but Marco pulled her closer."Let go, you're making me uncomfortable," Letta said. Marco didn't loosen his grip, making Letta feel uneasy."Be quiet. Why can't you just be quiet?" Marco said again. After that, Letta tried to pull away, but Marco stopped her."If you move a little more, I will really do more than this," Marco threatened. Letta fell silent."You make me uncomfortable, and the baby inside is suffocating," Letta complained, prompting Marco to loosen his embrace. Letta inquired about the missing divider pillows."Didn't you move them?"
Letta furrowed her brows as she heard the deep baritone voice not far from her bed. Slowly, she blinked and looked behind her. Marco, who used to embrace her from behind, was no longer there. Instead, he was now standing, gazing out of the apartment window, speaking on the phone. Letta unintentionally sharpened her hearing."I'm sorry, I really have to get back as soon as possible," Letta overheard the sentence. She had no idea who the man behind her was talking to at the moment, and she didn't care. Glancing at the clock, which read 6 a.m., she realized it was time to get ready for work. Letta got up, prompting Marco to glance at her, but he didn't end the call. He simply followed Letta's movements as she walked into the bathroom.After that, Letta didn't listen to any conversation between Marco and the person on the other end of the phone. She focused solely on quickly cleaning herself up, not wanting to be late for work. Once she finished her morning routine, Letta opened the door
Letta could only heave a long sigh, trying to control her emotions. It wasn't just to avoid high blood pressure, but also to ensure the fetus inside her womb wasn't stressed, especially as Marco dragged her to the boutique."Find the most luxurious and beautiful gown for her," Marco instructed as they arrived at one of the most renowned boutiques Letta had ever heard of. Letta was familiar with the boutique's name. Glamor Boutique was the top-tier establishment where even celebrities might struggle to obtain their desired gowns in the near future. They usually had to secure an appointment with the primary designer at Glamor Boutique, yet here they were, easily gaining access. Letta had no doubts about the authority Marco wielded. Even now, the chief designer and owner of the boutique greeted them, and within minutes, Letta was surrounded by wedding gowns in white, peach, and gold, all sparkling in her eyes."Try each of them on. I want to see," Marco said, causing Letta to turn back a
Marco immediately got up from his seat as the doctor emerged from the examination room."How is her condition?" Marco asked, prompting the doctor to remove the mask he had been wearing all along."We can talk in my office. How about that?" the doctor suggested, and Marco nodded, following the doctor to his office. Marco sat directly in front of the doctor, observing the doctor's movements as he jotted something down."It seems your wife is exhausted. Has this condition occurred frequently before?" the doctor inquired, causing Marco to pause for a moment, trying to think of the right answer."It seems so. I don't know, she never told me when she was feeling unwell, and this is the first time I've seen her in such pain," Marco explained with a hint of annoyance, prompting the doctor to let out a long sigh."As a husband, you should pay more attention. After examining her pregnancy, she's currently at eight weeks, a critical phase where both the fetus and the mother require substantial n
Letta continued to stare at the vibrating screen with Abian's name displayed on it. After gathering her thoughts, Letta decided that she didn't want to hurt Abian any further. She realized that Abian was a good man who deserved a better woman than herself. Therefore, Letta tried to answer Abian's call."Hello," Letta greeted."Hello, where have you been since yesterday? I've been trying to reach you, but your phone was unreachable. You also didn't respond to my messages. Are you sick?" Abian asked with a concerned tone, making Letta feel the worry expressed by Abian."Or are you busy with work? Say something, at least let me know where you are now. I tried knocking on your apartment door, but you weren't there, were you?" Abian said, causing Letta's tears to start falling, imagining Abian's anxiety while searching for her."I'm sorry," Letta whispered, making Abian fall silent on the other end."Forgive me," Letta sobbed as she uttered those words."What's actually going on? Are you r
Marco fell silent as he watched Letta sitting quietly, staring out of the window. He had intentionally come today to pick up Letta and move her from the apartment to the prepared residence. Marco eventually walked slowly towards Letta."What are you doing?" Marco asked, but Letta remained unmoved, her gaze empty and fixed ahead. Marco let out a long sigh, despite the doctor's advice for Letta not to stress or think too much, it seemed Letta was not heeding the doctor's warning from yesterday."Letta," Marco asked again, tapping Letta's shoulder, finally causing Letta to shake her head before getting up from her seat without even glancing at Marco."I'll get ready," Letta said, making Marco feel a little puzzled. Letta's uncommunicative and contradictory behavior was unusual. Marco didn't say much more, just watching Letta heading to the bathroom to change. He noticed the bag Letta had previously brought and the phone seemingly prepared for her return today."Let's go now," Letta 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
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