Letta tried to continue walking as Marco's entourage passed her, but suddenly her body froze when she heard his baritone voice from behind.
"Hey, can you wait a moment?" he said, making Letta even unable to turn her body, just staying silent while staring at the tips of her shoes, not knowing what would happen to her next. Hearing Marco's steps approaching, "Are you not listening to me?" he asked again, making Letta finally try to exhale a long breath to control her heartbeat a little.
"Are you unwell?" someone now standing right beside her asked, making Letta force herself to look up at the face in front of her, then widen her eyes before lowering her gaze again. Of course, it was the face of the man who had shared her bed a few weeks ago.
"You're my employee, aren't you? I don't want any of my employees working in such a condition. I don't want to be sued later on," Marco said, folding his arms and scrutinizing Letta's appearance, which could only meekly bow down.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm fine. I just haven't had breakfast," Letta replied in the softest voice possible, sounding like a mere whisper. However, with Marco's sharp hearing, he could hear it very clearly. It made Marco glance at his wristwatch, which showed it was already 10:00.
"How can you not have had breakfast and go straight to work? I don't want your work to be subpar because of your stomach," Marco said again, pointing at Letta's stomach, making Letta instinctively hold onto her stomach. Somehow, it was an instinct that made her feel like she was protecting something inside.
"I apologize, I will try to work as best as I can," Letta said, bowing, causing Marco to finally disregard her response and scrutinize Letta's appearance carefully. Meanwhile, his secretary and a few people who had followed him earlier looked at Marco in astonishment. How could a usually cold and indifferent Marco suddenly halt his steps just to inquire about the condition of an employee he might not have even met before? It seemed that Marco himself wasn't aware of what he was doing at that moment.
"I don't want any mistakes. So before you get back to work, have something to fill your stomach," Marco said again, making Letta just nod before he continued on his way.
In the meantime, Letta didn't take the opportunity. She immediately quickened her pace to disappear from the corridor, while Marco, for some reason, felt something amiss. Marco shrugged and continued walking.
Letta began to walk towards one of the cafeterias on the ground floor, as Marco had suggested earlier. Letta wasn't lying because she was genuinely hungry now. She had vomited her breakfast this morning due to the nausea she had been experiencing lately.
Letta decided to buy a pastry; at least it could fill her stomach. Sitting in one of the chairs in the corner of the room, Letta took a bite of the pastry. Suddenly, her phone rang, causing Letta to immediately look at the screen in her hand. The name "Abian" displayed on the phone made Letta feel a little nervous to answer the call from her beloved.
"Hello, Bian?" Letta greeted.
"Darling, where are you? Are you working today?" Abian asked, making Letta pause for a moment.
"Yes, I'm still at work," Letta replied shortly.
"Do you have a flight schedule today?" Abian asked again.
"No, I mean, it seems like I won't be taking any flight schedules anymore," Letta answered.
"What's wrong? Did something happen? Why haven't you been talking much about yourself lately? I'm getting worried," Abian said, making Letta fall silent. Somehow, her eyes began to well up as if unintentionally hurting her beloved.
"There's something I want to tell you, but it seems I can't do it over the phone, so I'll wait for you to come back," Letta said, making Abian sound like he was sighing on the other end.
"Forgive me for not being able to see you these past few weeks, but I promise I'll come home this weekend, and we'll meet to spend the weekend together," Abian said, making Letta at least be able to curl her lips hearing the good news.
"I miss you," Letta said, making Abian say the same thing.
"I miss you more, and I feel like I want to fly over to your place right now and hug you tight," Abian said, making Letta chuckle with delight.
"Yeah, I wish that too," Letta replied.
"What are you doing right now?" Abian asked, inquiring about their usual conversation starter.
"I'm having breakfast."
"Breakfast at this hour? That's unusual," Abian asked.
"I have a lot of work, so I didn't have time for breakfast this morning. What about you?" Letta asked, trying to divert the conversation.
"I'm here observing zebras, elephants, lions, cheetahs, as you know. That's what I observe every day here," Abian said, sounding tired on the other end, making Letta chuckle with delight.
"Cheer up, dear. Isn't that your dream, to be immersed in the wilderness?" Letta responded.
"Yes, but my longing seems to outweigh all those dreams," Abian replied, making Letta sigh in frustration.
"Stop teasing me, or I'll cancel our weekend plans," Letta threatened.
"I'm serious. How could you think it's just a joke?" Abian said, sounding sad, leaving Letta silent. How could she be this cruel and deceive the man who had been in her heart all this time? Letta didn't know what expression Abian would give her when he found out the truth she was currently concealing.
"Bian, I have to get back to work. You have work to do too, right?" Letta said, her voice starting to tremble a bit as she held back the tears she had been holding back.
"Yes, I have to start looking for a good photo spot," Abian replied.
"Well then, take care. I'll hang up now," Letta said, then immediately ended their call. Her teary eyes made Letta try to blink a few times to keep the tears from running down her cheeks.
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