Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta couldn’t stay silent. She had set her heart on finding that man because in her heart, Letta felt that the man was genuine. He wasn’t suspicious, and he seemed very sincere in recounting what he knew. Somehow her intuition told her that she should trust him, unlike the people who had approached Letta before to deceive her.

Letta gazed as if Abian was different from those people, disregarding Marco’s response. She then followed Marco, who was now inside the dressing room. Letta stopped at the doorway when she saw Marco starting to open the bathrobe he was wearing, revealing his athletic body. However, it wasn’t that which startled Letta, but Marco’s attitude of ignoring her, which somehow unsettled her. Why did Marco seem to genuinely dislike Letta seeking the man named Abian?

“If you want to talk about that man again, I won’t listen. If you want your memory back, I can take you to the best doctor for therapy or medication right now. You don’t need to search for that man again,” Marco said casually, now beginning to put on his clothes one by one, prompting Letta to finally approach.

“That’s not the issue, Marco. Please understand. I believe that the man named Abian is genuinely telling the truth, that I was once close to him, whether it was as a friend, a companion, or maybe even a family member, or someone else in my life that I currently forget. So I beg you, this is the only way for me to know about myself before I lose my memory,” Letta said, making Marco finally turn to look at his wife.

“Why do you want to remember your past? Is your current life not satisfying you? Does my presence and Freya’s not make you forget about the past that you have already forgotten?” Marco asked, making Letta rub her face roughly.

“It’s not like that, you know, I feel like someone who was appointed as your wife without knowing who I was before. Even though I never regret my feelings for you. I love you, you know how much I love you, but please. I want to know about my past life. I want to fill the blank pages I have now with my past life. I want to remember how we first met, how we got to where we are now. I beg you,” Letta said, softening as she reached out her hand, caressing Marco’s stiff jaw, making Marco let out a long breath.

“And then after meeting Abian, what will you do? Will you find out about your past and then what?” Marco asked, leaving Letta silent for a moment. Letta then approached Marco, who was still bare-chested, feeling the chill and the fresh scent of her husband’s body.

“I just want to experience the bitter memories, the happy memories, and also the memories I have had in the past. I never said that I’m dissatisfied with my current life. In fact, it is a remarkable blessing and happiness that I have received. But still, at least I want to know who I really am. Understand, I just want to know what I have experienced in this life. I feel like I was born again since opening my eyes and not remembering anything. Maybe in the past, I had sins, owed someone, or whatever it may be. At least I have to rectify whatever Ihave done,” Letta said, making Marco let out a long breath, seemingly insisting that refusing again this time wasn’t a good idea. At least maybe he had to agree to make Letta feel at ease.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Alright,” Marco said, loosening his embrace, then looking up to his husband.

“Are you sure, you’re not forbidding it?” Letta asked, making Marco nod.

“Yes, even though I don’t like the man named Abian because he suddenly appeared and said nonsense, I still don’t want to see you like this. I will ask Pedro to find the man named Abian and find out about him, the guest who attended the party a few days ago,” Marco said, making Letta smile widely, then embracing her husband tightly.

“Thank you, thank you for listening to me and helping me,” Letta said, making Marco reciprocate the embrace, crowded together.

“Of course, I will do whatever you ask. Although I will be a little wary of that man. Just pray that the man is easy to find. You know, Pedro has also had a lot of work lately, so I have to manage it as best as I can,” Marco said, making Letta nod.

“Yes, do what you have to do. First of all, don’t rush. At least with you agreeing and helping, it makes me happy, and I can’t wait to hear that man’s story. Although you may say that it’s all nonsense, at least I get a glimpse of myself, right?” Letta made Marco fall silent, enjoying his wife’s radiant expression as if she was truly delighted with Marco’s approval for her to meet Abian.

“How is that man?” Marco asked, making Letta furrow her brow.

“What do you think, how is he, what are his characteristics like?” Marco asked, leaving Letta silent, as if imagining the figure of Abian.

“He’s tall, not as tall as you, but he’s tall. He has slightly dark skin, but it looks good on him. His eyes also match his skin tone, Hazel-colored. His hair is a bit messy and long, but somehow it doesn’t look unkempt. He has a scent like wild grass, but it doesn’t bother me,” Letta said, still envisioning Abian. Somehow this caused Marco to clench his hands, prompting him to pull Letta’s waist closer.

“Never do that again,” Marco said, making Letta furrow her brow.

“Never imagine another man in such detail. I regret asking for his features. I just needed to answer, he’s tall and not particularly handsome as the characteristics you would mention to Pedro,” Marco said, making Letta laugh. Of course, Letta knew that her husband was feeling jealous at the moment.

“Yes, I thought you needed detailed characteristics. But I can still imagine him. He also has a scar on his right temple, yes, he seems like a rough man, but he appears warm. I can feel it, he’s a gentle man because I felt it when he spoke to me,” Letta said again, making Marco immediately silence her with a kiss, causing Letta to pat Marco’s shoulder when Marco didn’t even give her a chance to breathe. Enough, Letta. I don’t need to imagine that man anymore, and it only makes Letta want to tease her husband even more.

“I don’t know, I can still remember him. How he looked at me with a melancholic gaze, it felt a bit ticklish,” Letta said, once again prompting Marco to push Letta towards the glass wardrobe behind her.

“So you want to play with me, huh,” Marco said, making Letta smile.

“Is that so? Yet I was just giving you the characteristics of that man so that you could easily give them to Pedro,” Letta said, making Marco shake his head.

“You don’t need to do that. Pedro already knows what he has to do, and never imagine that man again. I beg you,” Marco said, making Letta laugh.

“I was just kidding. I don’t even remember what his face looks like, well, just vaguely, just a little bit, because what I remember is his words, not his face. You relax. You think I have a good memory. You forget, I even forget most of the memories I’ve experienced in this life,” Letta said, making Marco fall silent while looking at his wife’s radiant smile, which now looked charming in front of him.