Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta then tried to dry her wet hair with a towel because a few days ago she forgot to fix her hairdryer. So, it seemed that tonight she would sleep with wet hair. For Letta, that was not a problem. What needed to be done now was to prepare dinner for them. Letta hurriedly left the room and saw that Marco had finished cleaning himself. He had even changed into casual clothes that always concealed his figure. Letta saw Marco eating snacks that Freya fed him while watching Freya’s favorite show, as she walked behind the sofa they were sitting on.

“What do you want for dinner?” Letta asked as she walked towards the kitchen, making Marco look at Letta who was starting to open the refrigerator.

“I want sausages and eggs, maybe with chicken,” Freya said, making Letta nod before looking at Marco.

“Are you also waiting for my answer?” Marco asked, making Letta look at him with raised eyebrows.

“If you can eat whatever I provide,” Letta said, beginning to select the ingredients in front of her.

“I mean, I thought you were just borrowing the bathroom. If so, I can go to my car. I’ll look for food nearby,” Marco said, making Letta forcefully close the fridge.

“No, I can prepare the food for the three of us. So, sit and keep Freya company while | cook,” Letta said, making Marco nod.

Letta then busied herself with the ingredients for their dinner. For a while, they were just focused on their activities until Marco settled towards Letta in the kitchen. Marco got up from his seat, approached Letta, who was cutting vegetables.

“Do you need my help?” Marco asked, making Letta shake her head.

“No, thank you. I can do it myself. Besides, aren’t you not talented in the kitchen?” Letta replied, remembering how her husband seemed not particularly skilled in his small kitchen.

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“But this is my kitchen, so I don’t allow you to touch anything in my kitchen,” Letta said, making Marco nod and lean against the pantry.

“Okay, then I’ll just watch you,” Marco said, making Letta feel like she was letting Marco do whatever he wanted. However, a few minutes later, Marco kept staring at her, and Letta felt like her face was about to explode.

“you’d better sit and keep Freya company again, rather than standing there and bothering me,” Letta said, making Marco just look at her with a questioning gaze.

“What did I do? I was just standing there watching you. I didn’t do anything to disrupt your cooking,” Marco said, making Letta click her tongue in annoyance.

“Your gaze is unsettling, so it’s better to stay away,” Letta said, causing Marco to finally smile. It was a sign that his gaze hada significant influence.

“Are you nervous because I’m paying attention to you?” Marco asked, causing Letta to finally choose to remain silent, because if she kept answering, Marco wouldn’t back down. Until finally, Marco seemed to be bored with their silence. He then walked over to Letta’s side, looking at Letta’s face up close.

“Stop it, Marco, or else it’s probably better for you to go back to the car as you said earlier,” Letta said again, seeming to be getting annoyed.

“Do you still often dream about me?” Marco suddenly said, causing Letta to almost cut her own fingers instead of the vegetables she was holding.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Do you want me to cook something dangerous for you if you keep doing this?” Letta said, making Marco just stare at her with a serious look.

“No, I’m just telling the truth, because [ still keep thinking about you. It feels like I want to stay in the dream, rather than having

To wake up again. For me, it’s worth it, as long as I can be with you and see you smile happily,” Marco said, making Letta fall silent, as Marco felt like he had never seen Letta smile genuinely since they met again, except when with Freya, and even then it was as if he saw Freya’s happiness. Only then did she smile. Marco still hadn’t seen Letta’s own happiness for herself.

“You’ve been wrong all this time. I’m happy, especially since Freya’s presence,” Letta said again, but Marco shook his head.

“You don’t need to go to such lengths to deceive yourself. I know you. Of course, you’re very happy with Freya’s presence, but you still haven’t found your own happiness, right? Does that have anything to do with me?” Marco said, which finally made Letta put down her knife roughly.

“I beg you, stop it. I don’t want to talk about anything that you want to know,” Letta said, making Marco look towards Freya who was still focused on the TV screen in front of her. Marco seemed to be able to confirm Letta’s current feelings because, according to Marco, there was no chance to be this close to Letta anymore. Because most likely, tomorrow Letta might kick him out.

“And you know I’m not a man who gives up easily. I will definitely continue to ask whatever I want to know, especially if it concerns you,” Marco said, making Letta seem to no longer be able to contain her frustration.

“Well then, after the meal is ready, our meeting ends here. You can go back to your life, because I don’t want any more relationship between me, Freya, and you,” Letta said. After that, she turned around, but when Letta turned around, Marco immediately pulled her. Marco pulled Letta’s neck and their lips met, making Letta widen her eyes.

Letta immediately pushed Marco away, causing their kiss to break. Letta was about to shout at Marco and scold him, realizing that Freya would definitely be disturbed by their argument. Finally, Letta pulled Marco away from the kitchen, specifically to the room where she usually kept unused items in that corridor. Freya probably wouldn’t hear or see their argument there.

“What are you doing? Don’t you see Freya over there? What if she sees or hears our fight? She still can’t accept our relationship, let alone this really messy relationship,” Letta said, clenching her fists.

“Yes, I know. That’s why I did it, so that we can discuss this between the two of us,” Marco replied, seeming to be what he wanted, because if Marco chose to talk to Letta and ask for time, she wouldn’t agree.

“And I have nothing to talk to you about, so stop it. Ihave to prepare dinner for Freya soon before she gets sleepy,” Letta said as she was about to leave Marco, when Marco stopped her. Marco immediately pushed Letta and cornered her against the wall, making Letta widen her eyes. Of course, Letta had to be cautious about what Marco had done to her several times.

“Don’t deceive yourself. You must be reacting to what I’m doing because you’re still thinking about me, you still prioritize me, and you still hope that at least our relationship can be repaired, right?” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

“That’s a foolish thought that I will never do. I don’t want to give up my happiness with Freya just to accept you back,” Letta replied, making Marco truly feel pushed away. But Marco wouldn’t back down just because of Letta’s harsh and hurtful words. Marco immediately brought his face close, making Letta turn her head, so Marco could smell the fresh scent from Letta’s neck. Marco approached, making Letta close her eyes, feeling the soft lips of Marco now touching her neck.

“Give me a chance and make you both happy. That’s all I want,” Marco whispered right behind Letta’s ear, making Letta only able to clench her hands tightly. As Marco continued to play with her neck, Letta tried to push Marco away. However, Marco only cornered her more. The harder their bodies pressed against each other, the more Letta felt her breath becoming tight. Letta also couldn’t scream, because she didn’t want to disturb Freya or make her disturbed by her TV-watching activity.

“I will continue to do this. I will keep trying until you can accept me. Can’t you see the sincerity I’m giving? Isn’t it enough to torture me all this time? So please, Letta, trust me this once. If I break your last bit of trust, I will truly disappear from your life. I promise that. So, please,” Marco whispered behind Letta’s neck, making Letta only able to close her eyes.

Finally, Letta slightly pushed Marco’s shoulder, making Marco stop his movements. Marco could see the redness that he had just caused on Letta’s neck. He looked into Letta’s eyes, which were now watery.

“Can I trust you?” Letta asked, making Marco nod.

“Yes, just one last chance, and I will truly make the most of it. If I waste the chance you give me, I myself will leave you, without you having to ask. I will disappear from your life, maybe even from this earth,” Marco said, making Letta truly seem shaken. As if she also wanted to give Marcoa chance.

Finally, Letta reached out her hand, pulling Marco closer and their lips met, making Marco feel as if this would never happen. This was something he had never before imagined. When Letta gave him a chance, when he could feel how warm Letta’s lips were now touching his. Letta herself gave him a chance. So, Marco wouldn’t be able

To waste it. He would accept it and use it as best he could. He promised himself, even his own life, that he would never waste Letta and Freya for the rest of his life. He would only bring happiness and happy smiles to them.