Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Marco was focused on his phone screen when Letta didn't emerge from the dressing room. This made Marco glance toward the dressing room door for a moment before returning his gaze to the flat screen in front of him. He checked the schedule he had gone through this morning because he had told Pedro that he would accompany Letta to the hospital and check on the condition of the fetus in her womb.

But a few minutes later, Marco redirected his gaze. Letta seemed to have been in the dressing room for too long. This prompted Marco to get up from his seat and walk over to check on Letta. He heard slow footsteps as he entered the dressing room.

However, Marco's steps halted when he saw clothes scattered all over their accessory chest. Letta, wearing only her undergarments, was taking out one piece of clothing after another from the glass wardrobe. "Why?" Marco asked, causing Letta to pause and smile.

"Sorry, have you been waiting too long for me? I'm looking for an outfit," Letta said, causing Marco to furrow his brow.

"Then all of these? Why? Don't you like any of these clothes?" Marco asked again, making Letta look at the pile of clothes she had unconsciously taken out one by one. However, as far as Marco knew, the clothes now filling their shared dressing room were new clothes he had instructed Pedro to bring back for Letta.

But this time, Marco only looked at Letta, who was displaying a broad smile.

"The clothes no longer fit. Look, my belly is getting rounder," Letta said with a pout, causing Marco to forget about his wife's current condition. Of course, at that time, Marco had instructed to buy clothes based on Letta's pre-pregnancy body size, which was now far off. Her body was getting fuller, especially her rounded belly at five months pregnant, making Letta slightly struggle to find comfortable clothing to wear, prompting Marco to roughly rub his face.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to ask Pedro to prepare clothes in different sizes for you," Marco said again with a remorseful expression, making Letta shake her head.

"Why ask Pedro?" Letta replied.

"Who else should I ask? Of course, Pedro. Don't worry, he's adept at everything, especially with clothes. He's the one who prepared all of these," Marco said, walking closer to Letta, observing his wife's truly changed physique. Her fuller figure, the rounding of her belly, and certain other areas that had also undergone proportional changes made Marco eventually look straight ahead, directly at Letta's chest, causing Letta to immediately cross her arms. "What are you looking at?" Letta asked, making Marco smile, noticing how Letta's face had turned red.

"Why am I only seeing my wife's body? I seem to be insensitive to these changes in my wife," Marco said, reaching out his hand and gently pulling Letta's wrist away from the area she was covering. "Everything has truly changed," Marco said, winking, causing Letta to widen her eyes.

"Come on, don't tease me like this. Help me find some comfortable clothes. At least one of the outfits here should fit me," Letta said, making Marco smile and nod. Marco then searched for Letta's clothes still inside the glass wardrobe. He found some of a considerable size that wouldn't make Letta feel suffocated. Finally, his gaze fell upon a light blue dress. Marco immediately reached out and showed it to Letta.

"What about this one? It seems to be larger than the other clothes," Marco said, making Letta consider trying it on.

"I don't know, should I give it a try?" Letta asked, prompting Marco to nod.

"Yes, give it a try," Marco replied. After that, Letta began trying on the dress selected by Marco. However, just as Letta was about to try it on, her movement suddenly stopped when Marco held her hand. "Why, won't it fit?" Letta asked, causing Marco to shake his head.

"No, but I want to help you put it on," Marco said, making Letta furrow her brow.

"No need, I can do it myself. It's better if you wait outside. I promise I'll put it on right away," Letta said, causing Marco to shake his head.

"Let me help you," Marco insisted, seeming unwilling to be refused again, prompting Letta to finally hand the dress over to Marco. For some reason, Letta felt like a toddler.

"Do I look like a baby that needs help getting dressed?" Letta asked, making Marco immediately smile.

"Yes, you're a sexy baby," Marco replied, causing Letta to fall silent with a deepening blush, which seemed increasingly adorable to Marco.

After finishing putting the dress on his wife's body, Letta lifted her long hair back towards Marco. As Marco attempted to pull the dress zipper, he found himself unable to do so. Gazing at his wife's smooth back, Marco moved closer, and in the next moment, Letta felt her body tremble as she sensed a kiss on her nape. Not stopping there, Marco lowered the dress she had just put on, revealing her shoulders. Moving on, Marco's kisses trailed down her slender neck and onto her shoulders, causing Letta to grip the edge of the dress.

"We'll be late if we linger in here," Letta whispered.

"I can delay the doctor's appointment, or perhaps I can have them come to the house," Marco suggested, but Letta shook her head.

"No need. I want to go out, so let's go," Letta insisted.

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"Yes, we'll go, but after I do something," Marco replied, remaining behind Letta, his warm breath caressing her nape. Sensing his large hand caressing her back, Letta could only stare at the mirror in front of her. Observing the blush on both sides of her face, Letta could only bite her lower lip."

Apparently, Letta continued to feel the caresses ascending. Then, Marco slowly turned Letta's body around, causing her to look up at her husband.

"I really can't hold back," Marco confessed, gazing into her now foggy eyes.

"But I can't do it without consulting the doctor first, can I?" Marco added, prompting Letta to nod.

"But if we play it safe, I think it wouldn't be an issue," Marco suggested, leaving Letta furrowing her brows, not comprehending her husband's words.

"What do you mean by playing it safe?" Letta inquired, making Marco display his mysterious smile again, leaning in closer, and in the next moment, Letta felt their lips reuniting, causing her to clutch the fabric of Marco's shirt. With each passionate kiss Marco bestowed, his rushed breaths made Letta realize that he truly couldn't hold back any longer. Letta could only surrender to whatever game Marco was about to indulge in.

Finally, Letta felt her dress being slowly lifted as Marco caressed her thighs, making her knees feel increasingly weak. Engrossed in the game Marco was playing, they would truly end up running late to contact the doctor, Letta thought.