Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Letta had just stepped out of the bathroom, with her bathrobe clinging to her body, when she saw Desi taking care of Freya. "Where's Marco?" Letta asked, scanning the room and finding only Desi and her little daughter. Initially, Letta had entrusted Freya to be looked after by Marco, but now the task was being undertaken by Desi.

"Sir asked me to look after Miss Freya if she woke up, and it seems Sir is busy with something urgent,” Desi said, causing Letta to furrow her brow. "An urgent matter, then where is Marco now?" Letta inquired, walking towards Freya who was watching the hanging toys above her bed.

"Sir is in his study. He seemed to be in a hurry earlier while answering a call, probably from Pedro," Desi added, nodding her head. Letta then shifted her gaze towards Freya. "Isn't she so much like Marco?" Letta remarked, making Desi smile. "Yes, Miss Freya indeed resembles Sir a lot," Desi replied, making Letta slightly annoyed. "Back when she was a baby, she had eyes just like mine, but now her eyes are truly more like her father's sharp ones," Letta complained playfully, and Desi just chuckled.

"Alright, then I should get ready first," Letta said, turning towards the dressing room. However, her steps halted as she remembered a few days ago when they failed to do something, making Letta feel guilty and slightly disturbed. Finally, Letta turned back, gazing at Desi.

"It seems like Freya wants to go out. Desi, could you look after Freya for a while? Maybe for about half an hour or an hour, I'm not sure," Letta said, causing Desi to contain her smile. Of course, Desi already understood her Lady's intention. "Of course, Madam. I'll take care of Miss Freya for as long as you need. I'll watch her until you come to me. And, may I take Miss Freya to the playroom?" Desi asked, making Letta look at her with a gleaming gaze.

"Of course. And if she's hungry, there's plenty of my breast milk stock in there. So you can warm it up. I have to accompany Marco in his study. You don't need to worry and there's no need to come in and out of this room," Letta emphasized, implying that they wouldn't be using the room. Desi looked even more fondly at her mistress, who now had a rosy blush on both sides of her face.

"Very well, Madam. I understand,” Desi replied, skillfully cradling Freya. Since Freya's birth, Letta didn't really need a babysitter, but sometimes, when she wanted to do something, Letta always asked for Desi's help. It turned out that Desi was not only diligent in taking care of the house but also in taking care of the baby, and Letta learned a lot from her.

"Alright, then I'll get dressed first. You can take Freya to the playroom," Letta said, making Desi nod. Letta then glanced back at Desi, admiring how she carried and cared for her little daughter with such sincerity. Sometimes, Letta felt touched seeing her little daughter being showered with love from the people around her. Not just Desi, but also her grandmother and grandfather who visited their home more often just to meet Freya. Her relationship with Helena had also improved, as they no longer felt awkward, often chatting and asking about childcare. Helena wasn't as bad as she seemed all this time. She had a maternal instinct, although sometimes strict, but for Letta, it was understandable.

Until finally, Letta continued her steps towards the dressing room to get dressed and choose an outfit suitable for her. But Letta's movement stopped as she remembered that she had one dress that she bought with Marco long before they even went to Chicago. But Letta had never worn it. Nevertheless, Letta began searching for the dress as she almost forgot how long ago it was purchased. Eventually, Letta smiled when she saw a dress with very thin fabric that only covered a few parts of her body. The dress was a bright red color that contrasted sharply with her fair white skin.

"Will I be okay if I wear it?" Letta murmured. Because Letta felt that her body, after giving birth, had undergone many changes, especially her sensitive sides, and her buttocks, which for some reason felt rounder. Letta didn't know, although Marco said it was good, she still lacked confidence.

Finally, Letta let out a long breath and tried to pick up the clothing in front of her, putting it on. The next moment, Letta widened her eyes as she saw her reflection in the large mirror. The fabric really only covered her sensitive areas, making Letta immediately blush. What would Marco's reaction be if he saw her dressed so provocatively, Letta wondered.

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Letta then looked at her reflection, not too bad, she thought, finally reaching for her nightgown. Letta couldn't go out to Marco's office dressed like that. Letta finally chose to wear a similarly toned nightgown and began to walk to the dressing table, applying makeup as subtly as possible so that she didn't look too pale. After drying her hair, she was ready to face the battle with Marco.

Letta hoped that Marco wouldn't feel strange about her appearance, although deep down, of course, Letta longed for a compliment from her husband. With her heart pounding fast, Letta slowly began to approach. Fortunately, there were no servants around the second floor, so Letta didn't have to feel awkward or strange for wearing such a bright color. Letta then reached out her hand to gently knock on Marco's office door.

"Come in," Marco replied, causing Letta to push the door slowly and peek at her husband. This caused Marco to tilt his head when he saw Letta hesitating to enter his office.

"Why, darling? Do you need something?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head.

"No, I was just looking for you. May I come in?" Letta asked, making Marco nod his head.

"Yes, come in," Marco replied, making Letta try to calm herself before finally opening the door wide and walking in. Even from behind the glasses he was wearing, Marco looked like he was examining his own appearance from head to toe. And behold, for some reason, Letta felt that at that moment, her husband looked absolutely handsome in his casual attire that now wrapped around his body, and the glasses perched on his tall nose made Marco's appearance truly perfect. "Why, is there something wrong? Where's Freya?" Marco asked, reaching out his hand, making Letta immediately embrace it. Then, she walked towards Marco's side, and Marco promptly pulled Letta's waist and seated his wife on his lap. "Freya was playing with Desi earlier. Desi mentioned that there was something urgent. Is there a problem?" Letta asked, making Marco shake his head.

"No, it's just a report from Pedro that I can't leave. So, I started checking the files in the office. I didn't intend to leave Freya for even a moment, but yes, this is very urgent," Marco explained, making Letta nod her head.

"Well, it's okay. You can call Desi if you're busy. Besides, I just took a quick shower, and Freya seems happy with Desi," Letta said, making Marco nod. They fell silent for a moment. Letta didn't know what to do now and where to start, and it seemed that Marco realized it. Marco then reached out his hand and gently caressed Letta's cheek.

"Why? Is there something you want to tell me?" Marco asked, making Letta nod with a hesitant expression.