Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Letta continued to pace back and forth in her room, still not getting any news from Marco. Occasionally, she glanced at the clock on the wall, which indicated it was midnight, but Marco had yet to return or give her any news, leaving Letta to pray for her husband's well-being. Letta knew well that as a businessman, Marco had many people after him, which was what currently worried her.

Letta then tried to contact Marco via the hotel room phone, using the numbers Marco had left for her. There was Pedro's number, the driver's number, and her own number, but there was no answer from any of these numbers, including Marco's. It seemed as if they had agreed not to be disturbed.

"I hope Marco is okay. God, I beg you to protect my husband wherever he is," Letta said, clasping her hands together, praying to God.

The door to their room suddenly opened, causing Letta to immediately get up from her seat, turn on the main light, and see Marco standing at the doorway, gazing at her.

"I was worried about you. Why didn't you ever answer my calls or give me any updates?" Letta said, sounding almost pleading. Marco just smiled calmly before approaching. He reached for Letta's waist, surprising her. Letta furrowed her brow as she felt Marco's still damp hair.

"It's not raining outside, is it?" Letta asked. Then, Letta looked at her husband.

"What happened? Why are you soaking wet like this?" Letta asked again, causing Marco to shrug nonchalantly.

"Pedro was drinking and accidentally spilled it on me," Marco said, causing Letta to look at him with disbelief.

"Well, in that case, change your clothes first. You could catch a fever if you keep wearing damp clothes like this," Letta said, helping Marco take off the jacket he was wearing. After that, Letta turned to the shirt that was still clinging to her husband's perfect body. However, once again, she stopped when Letta furrowed her brow, seeing something on Marco's neck.

"What's this?" Letta asked, pointing to a bright red lipstick mark on Marco's collar. Marco began to realize, and Letta looked at him with a sharp gaze.

"That's just a saleswoman's lipstick stain," Marco said, but Letta shook her head.

"That's not just a lipstick," Letta said, walking closer and forcefully unbuttoning Marco's shirt, revealing several red marks on Marco's neck.

"What about this then? What about you finding excuses for this red mark?" Letta asked, causing Marco to try to think hard, although he still couldn't control what he would say. "Wasn't it you who gave it to me?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head.

"Don't try to fool me, I never left a reddish trace on your neck, I remember it very well," Letta said, finally making Letta push Marco's shoulder quite hard, causing Marco to flinch slightly.

"Are you lying to me? Wasn't our coming here not because of the business you wanted to take care of?" Letta asked, making Marco shake his head.

"Trust me, it's just because I'm allergic to something, so my neck turns red like this," Marco said, making Letta even angrier.

"Why do you keep lying to me? I know the difference in that kind of skin, do you think I'm a little child that you can keep fooling?" Letta asked, making Marco shake his head. Marco was about to reach out to gently caress Letta's face, but Letta immediately pushed him away.

"I really didn't expect this. I've been waiting for you, worrying about you all this time, but it turns out you were playing with another woman, you're truly wicked," Letta said with an angry tone and red eyes, making Marco fully engaged in his consciousness when Letta started to shed tears.

"Forgive me, forgive me, I really lost control earlier," Marco said, making Letta feel her heart pounding fast.

"Then what did you do? Can you explain everything?" Letta asked, making Marco roughly rub his face before finally looking at his wife.

"Earlier, I really only intended to take care of my work at the casino in the city center, but it turned out someone made me drunk and left me unaware for a while when women in mini dresses approached me," Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

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"I don't believe it, maybe because of my current condition, you are not free to express yourself and restrain your desires, and now you're venting it on the women at that casino?" Letta said, making Marco widen his eyes. How could his wife think like that, Marco thought, finally gripping Letta's shoulder gently.

"No, not like that. How could I fool around with other women when I have a wife like you? It was just a small incident that I couldn't control, but I could restrain myself. I swear, I didn't do more than that. It was just because they kept hovering and pressing their lips around me, just the smell of their strong perfume made me uncomfortable," Marco said, making Letta burst into tears upon hearing her husband's explanation.

"With you giving such a defense, it sounds like something happened. You seem to have really done it. You disappoint me, especially since I was genuinely worried about you. I was afraid you might have encountered your enemies or faced difficulties, but it turns out you were having a good time," Letta said, about to turn around when Marco grabbed her wrist, then fell into his embrace, holding her waist.

"Listen to me, this truly was never expected at all. I had no intention whatsoever to go to the casino to play with other women. It's because someone spiked my drink with drugs. That's why I was a little out of control, believe me. Can't you smell the different scent of alcohol?" said Marco, causing Letta to want to push him away and push him, but Marco instead held her tighter.

"Stop, I really feel disappointed. I don't want to see you again, or maybe you have another woman in this country? Is that why you insisted on coming here?" Letta asked, making Marco shake his head.

"No, dear, listen to me. I really had no intention of playing with women at that casino. I was just doing my job. I took over that casino not because I willingly let those women touch me," said Marco, making Letta look into her husband's eyes, which now appeared more melancholy.

"How can I trust you when you're giving a hickey on your neck? It's so disgusting. You were intimate with other women while I was carrying your child," Letta said, making Marco once again only able to apologize to his wife. He did admit that he was wrong and couldn't control his desires, but Marco could still restrain himself. He could still remember Letta who was in his heart at the moment, but it seems that Letta is still a little difficult to accept the reasons Marco is giving right now."