Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Marco remained fixed on his wife's beautiful face as she tied his tie, even though his mood was sour. Somehow, it only made her face look even funnier.

"Is this the expression my husband wears when he's about to work?" Marco said, causing Letta to glance at him briefly before refocusing on the tie in front of her "That's because my husband is very stubborn and doesn't want to listen to advice from his wife," Letta replied, still in her cold tone, making Marco smile.

"Come on, this is really important, so I have to get to the office right away," Marco said again.

"So, you prioritize that important matter over your current condition. We just arrived yesterday, and you're going straight to the office," Letta said, looking at her husband with an incredulous expression.

"I promise I'll only deal with that important matter and then come straight home," Marco said, making Letta fold her arms, looking at her husband with raised eyebrows.

"I no longer believe in your quick promises," Letta said. For a Jovanka, handling her business could take an unpredictable amount of time.

"Maybe in your terms, 12 hours is a quick time for your important matters. So, you'll come home after all that time?" Letta asked again, making Marco only smile because if he let out his laughter, Letta would surely become even more irritated with him.

"No, I promise it won't take that long. How could I solve that issue in 12 hours? Maybe just one or two hours. I'll be back soon," Marco said.

"Don't you usually rely on Pedro?" Letta, pale, still tried to persuade her husband.

"If I still rely on Pedro right now, they'll believe that the owner of the company is Pedro, not me. Do you want me to be underestimated by people for being incompetent and looking more dependent on my subordinates?" Marco replied, making Letta finally sigh, then approach, adjusting the tie Marco was wearing, making him now look aligned with her.

"But remember, you must come back quickly. Your condition is still not fully recovered; there are even bandages still clinging to your body," Letta said, as Marco was about to respond, she interrupted him again.

"Don't say that you're fine. This wound is just a small wound because I'm tired of hearing it. I know a Marco Jovanka is strong, but it still worries me. Do you know that?" Letta said, making Marco sweetly smile before giving Letta a brief kiss on the lips.

"Yes, I know. I also remember well that my wife is worried and afraid if anything happens to me, right?" Marco said, making Letta silent, staring at her husband's face.

"Okay, because I promised, give me a sweet smile before I really go to the office so I can get it done quickly," Marco said, making Letta glance at him briefly before just playing with her fingers on Marco's chest. "You promise?" Letta asked to make sure, making Marco nod his head.

"I promise," Marco replied, making Letta sigh.

"Okay, then I'll accompany you to the porch," Letta said, making Marco nod his head.

"Is there something you want?" Marco asked while hugging his wife's shoulders, making Letta look up, trying to think.

"So, are you going to bribe me so I won't be angry again?" Letta asked, making Marco laugh.

"I'm serious, not just a bribe, because I really just want to know what you want when I come back later," Marco said, making Letta smile.

"Okay, then bring me fruits and also ice cream, dessert, cotton candy," Letta said, listing sweet foods one by one, making Marco raise his hand.

"Enough, I won't bring everything because that's full of sugar. I'll bring you fruits only, how about that?" Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

"In that case, it's not necessary. I just mentioned it because in the kitchen, our fruit stock is probably very high, and Desi always checks it every day," Letta said, making Marco look at her contents again.

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"So, what do you want, something that's not at home? I can bring it from outside, except sweet food. You've already had too much sweet food," Marco said, making Letta silent once again. "Okay, then bring me a large-sized pizza," Letta said, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows.

"Are you going to finish it yourself?" Marco asked again, making Letta shake her head.

"Of course not. We'll finish it together, and don't forget to tell the waiter to put a lot of pineapple toppings," Letta said, making Marco widen his eyes.

"Pineapple toppings?" Marco confirmed, making Letta nod her head.

"Why? Does it sound strange?" Letta asked, making Marco nod.

"Yes, I just found out that pizza can be topped with pineapple. Isn't it usually with sausage, cheese, broccoli, mushrooms?" Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

"It's just that you didn't know. Just tell the waiter; he'll know," Letta said again, making Marco puzzled, then nodding.

"Okay, I'll buy it with extra lots of pineapple then," Marco said again, making Letta smile.

"Okay, then I'll go. And before lunchtime, I'll already be home," Marco said, making Letta smile while nodding.

"Yes, I'll wait for you. And remember, I won't have lunch until you actually arrive home. If you come home maybe in the evening, it means I haven't eaten and will endure until then," Letta threatened, making Marco really have to resolve his issues as quickly as possible with the threat Letta gave.

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"Okay, I'll really get it done quickly if you threaten me like that," Marco said, making Letta smile broadly because it seems like her threat is really going to work, until Marco pulled Letta's waist closer and was about to bring their lips together before Letta stopped him again.

"There are guards and servants around, so don't embarrass me in front of them," Letta whispered, making Marco look around before clearing his throat to moisten his throat.

"Can you all look away first?" Marco said, causing Letta to widen her eyes at her husband's blatant attitude, making the guards and servants turn away from them. After that, Marco smiled triumphantly at Letta.

"You're really cunning," Letta said, making Marco shrug indifferently. Then, he pulled Letta again and gave a kiss to his wife, making Letta unable to resist responding to the effort her husband was making. "Stop," Letta said when Marco continued to kiss her eagerly.

"I'm not satisfied yet," Marco said again, making Letta stare at him with raised eyebrows.

"You will never be satisfied, so stop for now. Didn't you promise to resolve it quickly? If you keep delaying, your problem will be further postponed," Letta said, finally causing Marco to release their lip connection. "Okay, you win. You've successfully pushed me back," Marco said, making Letta act as if she didn't care.

"Alright, then I'm going," Marco said, kissing the top of Letta's head, and Letta smiled watching her husband leave. Letta didn't understand why he could be so busy when they just arrived yesterday from Chicago, and Pedro had already mentioned urgent matters. Letta could only sigh deeply. This is the risk of being Marco Jovanka's wife, thought Letta, who now had to get used to it.