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