Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Marco parked his car and handed the keys to his guard before entering the large house in front of him. As usual, his arrival would be greeted by Letta and Freya in their living room. Letta would watch the scene of Marco playing with their daughter every day. The way she welcomed her husband’s return. Marco also said it was the most effective fatigue remedy, as he felt exhausted every day managing all the businesses he owned. Welcoming his little daughter made all he felt, annoyance, anger, and whatever else, evaporate. Letta must feel the same way as Marco.

As usual, Letta would watch Marco and Freya play for a while before asking Marco to get ready to clean up. They would have dinner, chat with Freya and Letta, and then rest. That was their daily routine after Marco came home from work when Freya was part of their lives.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Letta then looked at Desi after seeing enough of Marco and Freya playing, “Can you watch Freya for a moment? I need to accompany Marco for a while,” Letta said, making Desi nod, then approaching.

“Play with Desi for a while, okay, dear? Dad will be back soon,” Marco said, kissing Freya’s cheek before walking over to Letta and pulling her waist, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips, making Letta smile. It had become a habit, accepting such sweet things from Marco, even in front of the guards and servants. Although Letta would protest outside, in their home environment, it didn’t matter to her. Letta then took Marco’s work bag and the jacket he had worn earlier. They walked up the stairs.

“How was work?” Letta asked.

“Everything went smoothly. How about you and Freya? What have you been up to today?” Marco asked, hugging Letta tightly.

“Wake up in the morning, we sunbathe in the garden. Then, we read a bedtime story. After that, I took her to the library earlier. Then, we watched TV, played with Desi, had some sweet snacks. Yeah, that’s our daily routine,” Letta replied, making Marco smile.

“Wasn’t Freya supposed to have her swimming lesson today?” Marco asked, as Freya had been trained to swim from an early age, even by a professional coach.

“No, it seems I have to end her classes,” Letta said, furrowing her brow.

“Why? Isn’t it good for her to be trained from a young age? Besides, she’s very good at swimming, even better than her mother,” Marco said, making Letta sigh in annoyance.

“Because after she gets into the pool, she can’t be persuaded to end her swimming class with anything. She wants to stay in the pool, and I don’t want her to catch a cold or get sick. What if something happens? So it’s better to end her swimming class. We’ll start it again when Freya is a little older, not now,” Letta said, making Marco just smile.

“Okay, then it’s up to you. Well, she might get bored, and she might sneak into the pool once in a while,” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

“No, I instructed Desi to tell them not to open the pool cover. Yes, maybe occasionally they can take Freya swimming if you have time off, because I don’t want to see Freya screaming again just to be coaxed out of the pool,” said Letta, making Marco shake his head. Letta then placed the work bag and Marco’s jacket on the side.

“Alright, you should clean up first. I’ll get some clothes ready for you,” said Letta, about to turn towards the Dressroom, but Marco held her back, pulling Letta and embracing her from behind.

“Why?” Letta asked, as Marco extended his hand, showing it to Letta.

“I’ve had a lot of work today. Look at my hands, they’re shaking like this,” Marco said, making Letta look at her husband’s hands, nothing unusual about them.

“So?” Letta asked.

“I think I’ll have trouble cleaning myself. Can you help me shampoo?” Marco asked, making Letta already able to guess her husband’s trickery.

“Come on, just to wash your hair. It won’t make your hands sore,” Letta said, making Marco shake his head.

“I’m really feeling tired. Well, at least massage me there first while I soak, how about that?” Marco asked again, making Letta finally unwillingly comply with her husband’s request, because even if Letta refused, Marco would surely continue to whine to be accompanied in the bathroom.

“Then, you go in first, I’ll change my clothes,” Letta said, making Marco immediately smile broadly and nod. Without waiting long, Marco entered the bathroom, while Letta had to change her clothes because it was impossible to use the clothes she was wearing to shampoo Marco. At least she would use a bathrobe to avoid getting wet, Letta thought. She quickly took off her clothes and put on a bathrobe, then followed Marco who was already soaking in the bathtub.

“Is your workload really that heavy?” Letta asked, making Marco nod his head.

“It’s really a lot. I even slipped away from my secretary to come home because there are a few more files that I should actually finish, but I chose to work on them at home,” Marco said, making Letta smile. Somehow, hearing Marco’s answer meant he preferred to go home to meet his family rather than piling up his work, quite different from the workaholic Marco before.

“That’s good. You shouldn’t be too subservient to your work because you also need rest. You need to meet your family. You need to meet your wife and your children. Set aside work after the designated time. Besides, you won’t lose much just by cutting a few hours of your work time as usual,” Letta said, making Marco nod his head.

“Yes, that’s why I’m here now, asking for service from my wife. It seems my shoulders are a bit sore too,” Marco said, winking with one eye, making Letta feel certain that her husband’s request would not just end there, there would surely be another 10 or 20 requests in the future. Letta seemed to have to start being patient with her husband’s requests that would enter her service list, such as massaging his shoulders, shampooing, or maybe something else. Letta didn’t know what was on her husband’s mind right now, but Letta immediately chose to shampoo Marco first, gently massaging his head, making Marco close his eyes, feeling his wife’s gentle hands starting to touch his scalp. It seemed that Marco would continue to ask Letta like this in the future. That’s what was on Marco’s mind right now.