Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Finally, Letta tried to regain control of herself, gathering her senses, until she pushed Marco’s shoulder firmly, causing him to release his kiss. However, just as Letta was about to unleash her curse, she could see Marco’s sharp eyes staring at her with a disapproving look, and all of Letta’s words were swallowed back when Marco preempted her.

“What have you just done?” Marco asked with his cold voice and piercing gaze directed straight at Letta, making Letta fall silent, trying to digest what was happening to her right now.

“What do you mean?” Letta finally asked, trying to respond to the man who seemed to be in a certain mood right now. But Letta could be sure that Marco was currently in a bad mood.

“Just answer my question, don’t pretend not to know like that,” Marco said again, this time gripping Letta’s shoulder quite tightly, making Letta wince.

“What did you do with that damn guy earlier?” Marco said again, making Letta widen her eyes. Of course, Letta knew who Marco was referring to.

“Never call Abian a damn guy again. Besides, here, who doesn’t know their status?” Letta said, pushing away Marco’s hand. Her act of denial only further infuriated Marco, and Letta chose to turn away from him. However, once again Marco pulled her, gripping her arm, making Letta wince in pain.

“Don’t you know your current condition?” Marco said again, making Letta truly succumb to her emotions with Marco acting as he pleased.

“What’s wrong with that? Abian and I are a couple. So, we are allowed to do whatever we want,” Letta said, making the grip on her hand even tighter.

“But since that baby is inside your stomach, your relationship with him is over. You are my fiancee and also the mother of my child. So never try anything. I don’t like anything that I am sure belongs to me to be touched by another man,” Marco said again with his sharp gaze, making Letta wince, bearing the pain.

“Why haven’t you told him about your current condition?” Marco asked again, making Letta fall silent. A few days ago, she had indeed planned to tell everything, but for some reason, it felt so difficult to tell Abian. Whether it was because Letta couldn’t let go of Abian or because Letta was afraid of the reaction Abian would give her.

“Why aren’t you answering him? Do you want to keep lying to him, or do you want me to tell him directly?” Marco said again, making Letta shake her head. Of course, the second option wasn’t the best idea. It was better for Letta to bear Abian’s anger herself rather than see Marco telling him directly to her beloved.

“Let me be the one to tell Abian. I will tell him. But you should never interfere in our affairs,” Letta said again, making Marco scoff at Letta’s request. After that, he looked at them with his arrogant gaze.

“Of course, it is my affair, because now anything related to you, of course, I have to be involved because there is my child in your womb,” Marco said, making Letta truly feel helpless if Marco had already brought up the child she was carrying.

“Say whatever you want right now, but I really won’t let you say it directly to Abian. You just relax, I will tell him later. Although I don’t know when I will dare to tell him,” Letta said, making Marco nod his head.

“Your time is running out, don’t you remember our wedding day?” Marco said again, making Letta look back at the arrogant man.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I remember our wedding is only 3 weeks away, right? Like the promise you gave me. Aren’t you dealing with some important issues abroad?” Letta said again, making Marco smirk in disdain.

“Don’t you know why I’m here? Of course, to expedite our wedding. Come back tomorrow, you must quickly find a wedding gown, then come with me to find the rings,” Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes.

“Why do you always change whatever you decided before? You are truly an inconsistent man,” Letta said, looking at him with a displeased expression, because the man in front of her always arbitrarily canceled anything he had previously spoken with his own mouth, like the wedding that was initially expedited, then postponed again, and this time he said he was returning just to speed it up again, making Letta truly puzzled by his mindset.

“Say whatever you want, because I have arranged everything, and you cannot refute it. You have to follow everything I have planned,” Marco said, making Letta only able to mess up her hair in frustration.

After that, Letta walked to the kitchen, took a glass of water to cool her mind and heart. Letta didn’t want to be a suspect the next day for having killed a high-profile executive of a renowned airline company. If only Letta followed her current impulses, surely her aura of murder would be at its highest level.

Letta then finished one glass of water, then looked towards Marco, who was now sitting on her living room sofa, furrowing her brows. After that, she walked back towards the man who would perhaps be her husband in a few days, even though it was without Letta’s own consent.

However, of course, Letta didn’t want to be selfish and let her child have no father. The child also needed a legitimate birth certificate, and she needed Marco. Afterwards, perhaps Letta would try to take care of her child on her own, even without the help of his wealthy father.

Letta then walked back, standing in front of Marco, who had been staring at her supposedly very small apartment.

“Why are you still sitting here? Aren’t you going home?” Letta asked, making Marco now look at Letta and fold his arms, staring at her with a displeased look.

“What’s wrong if I don’t want to go home?” Marco asked again, making Letta immediately look at the round clock hanging on the wall of her apartment.

“It’s already late, so it’s better if you go home, because I’m also tired. I need to rest to calm my mind,” Letta said, making Marco finally stand up from his seat. Letta thought he would at least comply with her last statement, as she was truly exhausted. However, the next sentence made Letta widen her eyes.

“Tonight, I will stay in this apartment,” Marco said casually.