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Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire she won’t die
Letta continued to gaze at Marco witha questioning look, as if she was truly waiting for an explanation from her husband after what had happened before her. This eventually caused Marco to let out a long sigh. He then reached out his hand and tightly grasped his wife's hand. "He tried to poison you with the food earlier. Fortunately, I instructed Viko to come and make sure of it, and he stopped it,” Marco said, causing Letta to look at Viko who was still behind him. "I only came because of a call from Pedro. I didn't do much, I just prevented it,” Viko replied, bowing towards Marco. "Yes, thank you for coming. I'm sure you hurried here after receiving the report from Pedro, right?" Marco asked, making Viko nod weakly. "It's my duty, and if there's nothing else, I have to go back to the office because there are some schedules of Mr. Edward that I have to take care of,” Viko said, making Marco nod. "Yes, you may go back. Thank you for your help," Marco said."No, it's nothing. Well
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire Welcome Home" for Freya
Letta smiled broadly as she was finally allowed to go back to their big house, after spending several days receiving treatment at the hospital. Finally, she could take Freya back home. "Are you happy?" Marco asked, as Letta, who was currently cradling Freya in her arms, nodded her head. "Of course, I'm happy that we can finally bring Freya back home. There won't be any more hospital-smelling rooms surrounding her,” Letta said, causing Marco to nod in agreement. “Yes, I'm also glad that we can bring you both back home," Marco said, gesturing to the driver to bring their car. Marco and Letta both smiled as they saw Freya sleeping soundly in Letta's arms. "She's a good child, she doesn't wake up too often at night, and she's not fussy. It will make it easier for me to take care of her," Letta said, making Marco smile too. “Are you sure you won't need the help of a babysitter?” Marco asked, making Letta shake her head."No need anymore. Usually, I just stay at home all day. I would f
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire see our baby
Letta then descended the stairs slowly, followed by Marco who was now by her side. "Fortunately, Desi was willing to look after Freya for a while," Letta said, making Marco smile. They were currently about to have lunch, with Freya being looked after by Desi for the time being. Letta may not have intended to use a babysitter's services, as having Desi around could help her occasionally when she needed to do something. "Yes, you can ask another servant to watch her for a while," Marco said, making Letta nod her head. Finally, they sat at the dining table with the dishes before them, ready for lunch, with Letta immediately filling her plate. Letta really filled her plate to the brim, making Marco smile. “Don't comment on what's on my plate, you know I have to eat twice as much as usual because Freya needs enough breast milk, so don't comment that my body will get fat again,” Letta said, making Marco just roll his eyes. "Oh come on, I didn't say anything,” Marco said, making Letta si
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire beloved daughter
Letta had just put Freya in her crib when Marco walked over. Marco, with the fresh scent of soap from his recent shower, wafted into Letta’s senses, causing her to turn around as he embraced her. “Hey, your body is still wet, at least dry off first,” Letta said, causing Marco to seem reluctant to release his hold on his wife, and the next moment, Letta’s eyes widened as she felt Marco lean into the nape of her neck and sensed his soft, cool lips pressing against her skin. She gazed at her husband. “Why?” Letta asked, surprised by Marco’s sudden action. “It’s just that I miss you,” Marco replied, causing Letta to pull at the corner of her lips. “Didn’t I go anywhere?” Letta retorted, prompting Marco to straighten up and pull Letta into his embrace. "Yes, you didn't go anywhere, but I miss our togetherness," Marco said, making Letta fall silent, savoring her husband's gaze, which was now fixed on her. Letta began to understand what Marco meant, as ever since Freya arrived, they had
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire something you want to tell me?
Letta had just stepped out of the bathroom, with her bathrobe clinging to her body, when she saw Desi taking care of Freya. “Where's Marco?" Letta asked, scanning the room and finding only Desi and her little daughter. Initially, Letta had entrusted Freya to be looked after by Marco, but now the task was being undertaken by Desi. "Sir asked me to look after Miss Freya if she woke up, and it seems Sir is busy with something urgent," Desi said, causing Letta to furrow her brow. "An urgent matter, then where is Marco now?" Letta inquired, walking towards Freya who was watching the hanging toys above her bed. "Sir is in his study. He seemed to be in a hurry earlier while answering a call, probably from Pedro,” Desi added, nodding her head. Letta then shifted her gaze towards Freya. "Isn't she so much like Marco?” Letta remarked, making Desi smile. "Yes, Miss Freya indeed resembles Sir a lot," Desi replied, making Letta slightly annoyed. "Back when she was a baby, she had eyes just like
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire Yes, for anything else.
Marco continued to gaze at his wife with a questioning look, "Why do you seem hesitant? Is there some issue or do you want to buy something, perhaps, or do you want to go out?” Marco asked, starting to guess his wife's desires, causing Letta to shake her head. "Then what is it? Say it," Marco asked, hugging his wife's waist, finally prompting Letta to reach out and pull Marco closer, before Marco's eyes widened when Letta suddenly kissed his lips. Not just a kiss, Marco could feel Letta moving between his lips. How her soft lips were now trying to play with his, until Letta stopped the kiss. After that, she gazed at Marco with a flushed face, before Letta immediately hid her blushing face in the crook of her husband's neck, making Marco only able to smile at her endearing behavior. “Ah, I'm really embarrassed," Letta said in a coquettish tone, making Marco gently embrace his wife. "Why be ashamed? Isn't it normal for a wife to kiss her husband?" Marco replied, making Letta shake her
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire May I taste it?
Marco gazed at the red fabric that now enveloped his wife's body, highlighting her prominent sensuality, causing Marco to greedily gaze at every inch of her skin, while Letta could only embrace him and tilt her head back to savor every touch Marco bestowed upon her. "Why are you only wearing it now?" Marco asked in one of his flirtatious tones, to which Letta could only murmur, "Because I am finally ready to wear it,” Letta replied, causing Marco to smile. Marco then began to caress Letta's long legs, certain that she was sitting on his lap, "Is this comfortable?" Marco asked again. "Yes, for now it is still comfortable, we can move to the sofa later," Letta replied with a soft whisper, the warm breaths they exchanged causing their bodies to react to each other, until Marco once again tilted his head to gaze at Letta's blushing face. How beautiful the light makeup looked on his wife's face, making her even more enchanting.Marco then kissed Letta's cheek before locking their lips on
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire I love you
"Letta could feel Marco bowing his body, drawing closer to her core, and the next moment, Letta could only clench her hands as she felt something soft now spreading through her core. As Marco greedily savored her essence, Letta could only moan, softly uttering Marco's name. This only drove Marco wilder down there. Marco played with her core, slipping his tongue, savoring every bit of liquid there, making Letta's core blush and seem even more tempting, making Marco relentless in devouring whatever lay before him. Finally, Marco halted his movements, gazing at Letta who now appeared mesmerizing before him. Marco then reached out, caressing Letta's sensitive side, before slowly entering her, causing Letta to arch and close her eyes, while continuing to play with her fingertips. Marco observed every expression Letta displayed, how she enjoyed it, until he sat up, pulling Letta to connect their lips, never stopping his play on Letta’s core.Marco could feel how Letta began to reciprocate
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