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