Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Letta began to feel the large hand that was now wrapped around her round stomach. The hand caressed her gently, causing Letta to blink her eyes. After that, she immediately turned to the back where Marco was also kissing the top of her head.

"Morning, sunshine," Marco said with his broad smile. Letta was momentarily stunned looking at her handsome husband's face up close, before finally gazing back perfectly at Marco.

"You're already fresh. Are you going somewhere?" Letta asked, making Marco nod his head.

"Yes, this morning I have to check the casino. I just took over it and last night wasn't feasible. So, early this morning, I will check it out directly," Marco said. Hearing this made Letta feel lonely again, even though their arrival in Chicago had made her realize that Marco would definitely not be able to relax at all.

"Will it take long?" Letta asked again, making Marco raise his shoulders.

"Who knows, it might take a long time, or it might be quick," Marco said as he felt Letta's hand caressing his cold jaw.

"Can't I come along?" Letta asked again, making Marco silent for a moment.

"You can come, but I'm not sure the atmosphere at the casino will make you comfortable," Marco said.

"Why not? Isn't it daytime and the casino is closed. I just want to look around. After that, I promise I won't go far from you," Letta said, trying to persuade her husband. Marco finally pursed his lips before nodding, making Letta cheer and hug him.

"You're truly very kind. Wait here, I won't be long to freshen up," Letta said before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Marco picked up the phone on the nightstand to call Pedro.

"I'll go with Letta. Prepare a comfortable car for her, and make sure there's nothing dangerous at the casino," Marco told Pedro. Pedro acknowledged his master's order before finally hanging up the phone.

Marco then checked the contents of his phone. He paused when he saw a secretly taken photo of Letta in the garden of their house, with a book in her hand. Marco smiled and saved the portrait of his wife. He never expected that he would truly fall for Letta's charm. Their first accidental meeting had changed everything. Despite many obstacles and unfortunate events they had experienced, they had promised never to let go of each other. Especially now, with the fetus in Letta's womb, Marco was determined to rectify all the mistakes he had made, especially those that led to the loss of their first unborn child.

His reverie came to an end when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, revealing Letta with a fresh aroma wafting through the room. Marco smiled, enjoying seeing Letta with her still-damp body. Letta's fresh scent always evoked something within him. Marco got up from his seat.

"I'll get ready soon, won't take long," Letta said, but Marco immediately approached. He held Letta's waist as she was about to pick up the clothes she was going to wear.

"No need to hurry. We have plenty of time to go to the casino," Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

"No. Didn't you say earlier that you had to take care of something important? I won't bother you and won't make things difficult. It's better to let me get dressed first," Letta said, trying to break free from Marco's embrace. However, Marco tightened his embrace, causing Letta to hold onto her husband's body.

"Don't delay our departure. I'm really bored in this room," Letta said again, starting to realize her husband's behavior, especially when Marco began to inhale the scent of her body in the curve of her neck, making Letta only able to lend her eyes.

"Come on, don't say you're trying to tease me again," Letta said, making Marco linger on his wife's neck.

"Who said I was teasing you? I enjoy inhaling this fresh scent of your body. It has become my favorite scent. Your still-damp and cold body for some reason makes me want to touch it," Marco said, while Letta could only grip Marco's chest. "Stop it. I just took a shower. I don't feel like cleaning my body again," Letta said, making Marco release his embrace and look into Letta's eyes.

"Why do you need to clean yourself again? I won't do anything. I promise, I'll just play around for a while," Marco said. Letta just rolled her eyes lazily, as the term 'play around' from Marco was certainly very familiar to her.

“I don't want to play around. I don't feel like doing it," Letta whined in a playful tone, making Marco even more unable to resist.

"I promise it won't take long," Marco said, as Letta was about to reply, Marco pressed his lips against Letta's, kissing her gently. Letta responded to her husband's kiss slowly as she felt Marco pulling her waist closer. Marco extended his hand to the side of Letta's face, caressing it down to her shoulders, slightly pulling the bathrobe she was wearing so that Letta's shoulder was clearly visible.

Marco then unraveled their kiss, turning to the side of Letta's face, making Letta continue to close her eyes, enjoying every touch of Marco's lips that felt warm on her skin. Letta also felt Marco's warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "I love this scent," Marco said, as if Letta already knew how much Marco admired her. Letta felt Marco kissing her slender neck and shoulder slowly, while his other hand pulled the bathrobe Letta was wearing, exposing her sensitive side in front of Marco. Letta could only grip her husband's hair.

"It seems like it has really changed in size," Marco suddenly said. Letta opened her eyes, surprised to hear such straightforward words from Marco.

"You're making me even more embarrassed. Why do you keep speaking so frankly like that? Isn't it clear that my body has really changed now?" Letta said, blushing.

Marco just laughed, "I just wanted to say it. It seems like it's twice as..."

Letta immediately covered Marco's mouth with both palms, "Stop it. I already know. Without you saying it, I already know that it has changed. Don't you like it?" Letta asked, making Marco pull both of his hands from his mouth. "Who said I don't like it? On the contrary," Marco said, leaning towards Letta's face. "It looks even more tempting. I can't even control myself right now," Marco whispered right next to Letta's ear, making Letta widen her eyes and gaze at Marco who was winking.