Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta didn’t know what she was doing as she and Marco were now in their bedroom bathroom. Even Letta ignored the embarrassment she had previously thought of when Marco took her, drenched from the swimming pool, to their room. Although Letta knew that some guards and servants passed by, only lowering their faces and not openly staring, if Letta were still conscious, she would surely be very embarrassed.

But at that moment, Letta really wasn’t thinking about anything. She just kept receiving Marco’s caresses, even when climbing the stairs, Letta could only feel his steps making her embrace even stronger. However, Marco seemed unwilling to release the connection of their lips, and he immediately took them into the bathroom.

Marco then lowered Letta slowly when they were inside the bathroom, and without saying a word, Marco helped Letta strip off all the clothes she still had on, allowing Marco to see her clearly exposed round belly. Not only that, Letta’s fuller figure, which Marco had previously mentioned, looked very enticing, making Marco not only praise his wife’s physical condition. Despite Letta’s increased weight, it only made Marco unable to control himself.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Letta said, making Marco finally smile.

“Why? I’ve seen it all anyway. Oh, right, I’ll prepare some warm water first with aromatherapy and plenty of foam, you like that, don’t you?” Marco asked, making Letta just nod, watching Marco’s movements as he started the warm water that now filled the bathtub, spreading the scent of aromatherapy and the abundant bath foam, before slowly helping Letta get into the tub, submerging her innocent body in the bathtub, while Marco just stood by the tub, observing Letta looking at him.

“Why? Is something wrong? Or perhaps you’re really thinking about my weight gain?” Letta asked again, making Marco just smile.

“Not like that. I truly haven’t thought about it at all. In fact, I’m mesmerized and unable to resist just by looking at your innocent body,” Marco said, making Letta feel like there was a steam engine whistle in both her ears. It felt like they were burning when Marco openly expressed all his feelings, making Letta finally choose to avert her gaze. Letta chose to play with the foam covering her body, until she slightly widened her eyes when suddenly Marco also took off the pants he was wearing and joined her in the bathtub.

“Look, the foam is decreasing,” Letta said, as the water in the bathtub overflowed, making Marco just smile while continuing to turn on the warm water tap.

“It’s okay,” Marco said casually, making Letta gaze behind, where Marco was now right behind her body, making Letta bite her lower lip as she felt something pressing between her back, and of course, it was her husband’s, who then gently stroked Letta’s hair.

“Do you want to use shampoo?” Marco asked, making Letta nod as Marco began to take the shampoo Letta usually used and gently massaged her head. This made Letta even close her eyes and lean on Marco’s body as he continued to play with the shampoo foam in her hair.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I love the scent,” Marco said, making Letta smile.

“Then why don’t you use the same shampoo as me?” Letta asked, because as far as Letta knew, the bathroom supplies between herself and Marco were very different, making Marco just smile.

“I’m afraid that people at the office and other guards might be mesmerized by my scent, similar to yours. I can’t allow that. I prefer it to be more distinct,” Marco said with a smile.

“I actually love your scent, but I might not necessarily like your scent on someone else. You know, when that fragrance touches your skin, it feels like something is influenced by it, and that’s unique to you,” Letta said again, making Marco nod. Of course, Marco understood what Letta meant, as Letta’s scent was very distinctive to him as well.

Marco then rinsed Letta’s hair, which now even looked longer than before, until all the foam disappeared from her long hair, revealing Letta’s back clearly.

“I love every inch of your body,” Marco said again, making Letta just smile.

“Really? Is that also like a flirt and a sweet talk?” Letta asked, making Marco seem to ignore her and instead lower his face to kiss Letta’s shoulder down to the nape of her neck.

“Yes, consider it like that,” Marco whispered right behind Letta’s ear, making Letta feel Marco starting to play with her skin, feeling every inch of her body, from her back, down to her wrist, and now Marco hugged her from behind, caressing her round belly.

“Is she sleeping?” Marco asked, making Letta, who was now closing her eyes while leaning on her husband’s broad chest, just nod.

“Yes, it seems so,” Letta replied.

“Then what do you think she’s always doing in there, besides sleeping?” Marco asked, still gently caressing her, making Letta smile.

“Who knows, I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like kicking, sometimes it feels like elbowing,” Letta said, making Marco even more impatient for the arrival of their little one.

“How much longer until we meet him?” Marco asked, making Letta smile as she also caressed her belly.

“About 4 more months,” Letta said, making Marco feel a warm sensation spreading in his heart for some reason.

“I hope everything will be fine,” Letta said, making Marco nod his head.

“Of course, everything will be fine. I won’t let anything bad happen to you and our baby,” Marco said, making Letta nod her head.

“Yes, I trust you,” Letta said, making Marco suddenly lift Letta’s waist, causing Letta to scream as she now sat facing Marco, sitting in his lap.

“You surprised me. Didn’t you say that you’ve gained weight? How could you always lift me as you please?” Letta said, making Marco just laugh.

“That’s because even though you look heavier, to me, you still feel light,” Marco said, making Letta poke him in annoyance.

“Is it because of these muscles?” Letta asked, reaching out her hand to stroke the muscles that now looked perfect on Marco’s body.

“Do you like them?” Marco asked, making Letta look into his eyes, which were now close to hers.

“Like what?” Letta asked in return.

“Like my muscles?” Marco asked again, making Letta nod.

“Yes, they look perfect on your body. I like them, and I’ve always been curious. Are they really this firm?” Letta asked, making Marco just smile.

“You can touch them, anywhere you like,” Marco said, making Letta fall silent, before slipping her fingers onto Marco’s broad chest, feeling how the muscles looked truly beautiful. After that, her fingers went down to his abdomen, which looked like a perfectly sculpted box, making Marco smile.

“That means you’re really teasing me. You’re teasing something down there,” Marco said, seemingly deliberately urging Letta to touch, making Letta widen her eyes as she felt a tightening sensation between her thighs.

“You’re teasing me, on purpose,” Letta said playfully, making Marco just laugh.