"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
Letta smiled broadly as she stood in front of the grand house she had missed for the past few weeks. Finally, Letta returned to Marco's mansion as he had requested. After Marco was discharged from the hospital, he immediately brought Letta back to their country. Marco didn't want Letta to dwell longer on the bad times that had befallen them."Are you happy we're back?" Marco asked, making Letta nod. They entered, greeted by Desi and the servants lining up on both sides of the large door."Welcome, Sir, Madam," Desi said, making Letta smile before nodding. Some servants looked a bit surprised to see Marco with a small bandage on his head and bandages still wrapped around his body under his shirt."You may resume your duties. We'll rest immediately," Marco said, making the servants nod. After that, Marco pulled Letta closer."Shall we come and rest in our room?" Letta asked, and Marco nodded."You must be very tired, right? So, we better rest right away," Marco said, making Letta glance
Marco remained fixed on his wife's beautiful face as she tied his tie, even though his mood was sour. Somehow, it only made her face look even funnier."Is this the expression my husband wears when he's about to work?" Marco said, causing Letta to glance at him briefly before refocusing on the tie in front of her."That's because my husband is very stubborn and doesn't want to listen to advice from his wife," Letta replied, still in her cold tone, making Marco smile."Come on, this is really important, so I have to get to the office right away," Marco said again."So, you prioritize that important matter over your current condition. We just arrived yesterday, and you're going straight to the office," Letta said, looking at her husband with an incredulous expression."I promise I'll only deal with that important matter and then come straight home," Marco said, making Letta fold her arms, looking at her husband with raised eyebrows."I no longer believe in your quick promises," Letta sa