Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

This time, Letta did not follow her husband's wishes. She chose to walk towards the bathroom that was indeed in the office space, ignoring Marco's shouts asking her to do the next round.

"I have to accompany Freya immediately, dear," Letta exclaimed, now inside the bathroom.

"I promise I will take care of her. You can rest as much as you want later," Marco replied, now following Letta's steps into the bathroom.

"I don't believe all your words. You will surely leave Freya immediately after getting a call from Pedro," Letta retorted.

"I promise to turn off my phone while you rest, and I will accompany Freya. How about it, do you agree?" Marco replied, leaving Letta speechless.

Letta then chose to turn on the hot water tap to fill the bathtub she was going to use. Before finally looking at the reflection in the large mirror in front of her, displaying Marco who was now examining every inch of her body. Letta couldn't help but notice how attractive her husband's muscular body looked. Just imagining it made Letta instantly tempted, but she shook her head. Of course, her duty as a mother meant Letta had to take care of her body so she wouldn't get tired because Freya needed her.

Eventually, Marco approached, then hugged Letta from behind, kissing her clearly exposed shoulder.

"Come on, just one more time. I promise it won't be more than that," Marco said, making Letta sigh deeply.

"You promise?" Letta asked, making Marco nod.

"Yes, I promise," Marco replied.

"But I'm tired. I don't have any energy left," Letta said, making Marco turn his wife's shoulder around and look at her, enjoying it.

"You just need to be still. I will take over the game. How about it, am I not very skilled at it?" Marco asked, winking, making Letta finally sigh deeply because it was impossible for Letta not to grant her husband's request when Marco continued to embrace her like this.

"Alright, but don't blame me if you're not satisfied with my performance. Didn't I do it earlier? So this time, you can do whatever you want, I'll just stay still, okay?" Letta replied, making Marco immediately show his broad smile. "Understood, Madam, I will serve Madam so that Madam can be very satisfied," Marco said, making Letta just smile. The next moment, Marco didn't even wait any longer, pulling Letta into his embrace again, reuniting their lips, ignoring the tap water that was now overflowing the bathroom floor. They enjoyed the heat of their lovemaking, as if not satisfied with doing it just once. Marco and Letta felt something surging within themselves that they couldn't restrain. Meanwhile, elsewhere, Freya seemed drowsy in Desi's arms, making Desi pat the little miss's back with an expanding smile. Until someone stopped Desi's movement, making Desi look up when Pedro was behind her.

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"It's better to take the young lady inside now, especially since it's starting to get cloudy outside," Pedro said, making Desi look up at the sky around her, as she had previously taken Freya to play in the garden. Desi then stood up, nodded, and entered the house followed by Pedro. Like the people in the large house, Pedro was also drawn to Freya's beautiful face, which now looked very adorable in Desi's arms.

"Our young lady is indeed beautiful," Desi said, making Pedro look at Desi, who was gazing at the little miss.

"Yes, of course," Pedro replied, making Desi smile.

"Now this large house feels warm because of the cry of a child. Later, we will also hear laughter, the sound of her running around the house. That will surely liven up the atmosphere of this house," Desi compared the current situation to when Letta entered the house. Desi vividly remembered her fear when she first came. She remembered how scared she was just to meet Marco. Even the act of looking up when passing by her master was something very frightening for Desi. However, slowly, Desi began to get used to it because Marco, though stern and cold-looking, never once tortured the guards or the servants if they were not at fault. And over the years, the servants began to leave one by one. Some wanted to get married, some wanted to get other jobs, some were just tired of all the routines as servants in Marco's house. Desi was the only one left. For now, she was the head servant. Although she was still young, Pedro appointed Desi as the head servant to oversee the other servants. And she has maintained that trust until now. Desi has never left the house. She rarely even takes annual leave, which sometimes makes Pedro furrow his brow when looking at Desi, who seemed to truly dedicate her life to Marco's large house. Although it was no different from what he did for Marco, as Pedro was also a faithful hand and foot to Marco. Pedro rarely spent his days taking care of his own life. He lived by taking care of all his master's affairs.

"Aren't you going home?" Desi asked, making Pedro seemingly interested again and look at Desi beside him. Pedro even remembered how he first met Desi. Pedro saw Desi coming in and out of the store looking for a job, but no one accepted her. And that's when Pedro offered her a job in the large house. Pedro thought Desi would only last a few months, because she had a small and frail-looking body. But it turned out she was hardworking and very diligent. She did anything. And even though her face showed fear when seeing Marco and himself, Desi never faltered or ran away from that house. She just needed to bow her head and try to control her breath.

"I have to wait for the Master. There's something I need to discuss with him," Pedro said again, making Desi nod her head.

"It seems the Master is spending time with the Mistress, so we can't wait for him. That's why Freya is with me," Desi said, making Pedro look back at Desi.

"How long has it been?" Pedro asked again.

"Since I started playing with Freya, when she woke up from her sleep. Yes, quite a while. But I also have no intention of disturbing them. After all, the young lady isn't fussy and isn't crying, so I let the Mistress spend time with the Master. The Mistress also mentioned she would accompany the Master in his office,” Desi explained.

"Alright, then I'll wait too. I won't disturb them," Pedro said.

"Okay, I'll put Little Miss Freya to sleep first. After that, I'll make you a drink,” Desi said, making Pedro nod. Pedro then looked at the small back that was now carrying Freya to the second floor. Somehow, Pedro could never refuse the tea made by Desi. Although Pedro wasn't particularly fond of colored drinks like coffee, tea, or anything of the sort, he always drank plain water. But if Desi served it, Pedro never once refused. Pedro could even finish it, even if the tea was still a little hot. It had become a habit for Pedro when he came, and Desi would immediately prepare tea for him. The same tea that he had enjoyed all this time without any change, making Pedro also unaware of why he had a habit that was different from his usual habits, just to respect Desi's feelings.