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

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?

Letta smiled after ending her conversation with Abian. However, her smile quickly faded as she remembered the reality she had to face. Letta had to confront Abian about her pregnancy, and that worried her. Her reverie was abruptly halted as the bedroom door opened, revealing Mia, already dressed for work."You really don't consider me as your friend," Mia said with an angry and frustrated face, making Letta furrow her brow."Did I do something wrong?" Letta asked, making Mia exhale in annoyance."What do you think?" she said again, making Letta shrug nonchalantly. It further frustrated Mia with her friend's attitude. Mia always felt that Letta sometimes guarded her heart, as if she didn't want anything inside her to be read or known by others. This made Mia feel a little disappointed, even though she had always offered whatever help Letta needed."How could you send a resignation letter without telling me? Didn't we agree that you would still work for a few more months?" Mia said, mak

Slowly, Letta began to tidy up the items one by one that she had brought. Now she was in her new apartment. Although not as spacious as Mia's, for Letta, this apartment was sufficient. Its strategic location and bustling environment made her feel comfortable. Several hours passed, and Letta finally managed to lay her body down to rest. However, suddenly someone pressed the doorbell of her apartment, startling Letta.Without a chance to see who was behind the door, Letta opened it and was surprised to see a frightening smile from the person who suddenly came to visit her on her first day of moving."Good afternoon," he greeted, and without waiting for Letta's response, he pushed Letta's apartment door and entered, surveying the room, causing Letta to clench her fists tightly."Are you not mannered?" Letta said, staring back at the tall man in front of her sharply."Are you sure you're going to live in such a cramped room like this?" he said, ignoring Letta's earlier question, making Le

Letta had no idea how many days it had been since the doorbell of her apartment had been ringing loudly in the early morning. Of course, Letta could already guess who the person was that had been disturbing her for the past few days. This made Letta finally ignore the sound of the bell. Despite feeling annoyed, Letta simply took a pillow to cover her face, hoping to muffle the sound of her doorbell. However, it was in vain, as the bell continued to ring incessantly."Fine, I'll open it," Letta exclaimed in frustration. Then, she walked, stomping her feet, towards her apartment door and opened it. However, it seemed that Letta's assumption this time was wrong. Letta fell silent immediately. Previously, Letta had prepared some scathing remarks to scold the person who usually disturbed her. But this time was different, causing Letta to furrow her brow. Letta seemed very familiar with the face in front of her."You?" Letta asked, her words trailing off slightly."Allow me to introduce mys