Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire
Chapter 102

Letta gazed out the window, where the view before her was very different from the previous place. "Is our house in this area?" Letta asked, making Marco nod. Letta began to observe every detail around without paying attention to the ice cream in her hand and on the back seat.

Suddenly, a tall, large gate opened in front of her, causing Letta to furrow her brows. There was something familiar. "Could it be because I've been living in this house for a few months? I sense something a bit strange," Letta said, making Marco look at her, and then Letta smiled.

"Yes, it seems like I'm starting to feel something that I had forgotten before, like entering this area of the house. It feels a bit different," Letta said, leaving Marco silent. It wasn't clear what Letta was feeling, whether it was a faint memory or a premonition she experienced.

Finally, the car stopped right in front of their large house. Letta asked, "Have we arrived?" Marco nodded. Marco got out of the car first, then opened the door for Letta. They were greeted by the guards and servants at the house. Letta felt as if it was the first time she set foot in that house because she couldn't remember anything from the past that had vanished from her memory.

"Isn't this like the first time I came to this house? Maybe it was the same back then, you would introduce me to the guards and servants in this house," Letta whispered, making Marco smile.

"Yes, you guessed it right," Marco said. He felt Letta shared the same thought as him, that they could start everything anew. Marco looked at Desi, and Desi approached him.

"She is the head servant in this house, her name is Desi. You used to ask for Desi's help with anything," Marco said. Letta reached out her hand and tightly held Desi's hand. Desi was slightly startled and slowly released her hand. Letta was puzzled by Desi's response, which seemed awkward and full of fear.

"It seems in your previous memory, I was an unpleasant employer," Letta said. Desi shook her head, "No, Madam. You are a good employer. Thank you for coming back to this house."

"Thank you for the welcome. I ask for your cooperation in the future. I might be a little troublesome," Letta said. Desi and the servants just nodded.

"Alright, then you should rest immediately. We will go to the room soon," Marco said, about to take Letta inside the house. But Letta stopped him, "I want to take a look around this house first. Who knows, I might remember something." "You have plenty of time to explore the house later, so for now, let's rest first. Don't argue," Marco said, making Letta pout. Desi could only watch her employer, and even though Marco was urging Letta, it was clearly different from the previous coercion. There were no threats or cold words he uttered, just warm commands containing concern.

Desi finally believed that what Letta was experiencing was a good fate. She felt grateful that Letta had endured, and all her bad memories were gone. Otherwise, she might have felt very sad and concerned about her employer's condition. Desi flinched slightly as Marco and Letta passed her to enter the large house.

Letta looked around with a sharp gaze. "Was it the first time I set foot in this house that I was truly mesmerized by the house you own?" Letta asked. Marco nodded, realizing from the story Letta heard, she grew up without any parents, unlike the wealthy family she was part of now.

"You know, right now I feel like Cinderella," Letta said, making Marco smile. "Well, let's just consider it that way. You're the Cinderella, and I'm your prince. Don't they live happily ever after?" Marco said, holding Letta's hand as they climbed the stairs.

However, when Letta reached the middle of the staircase, she suddenly held her stomach, making Marco anxious. "Why?" Marco asked, holding Letta's waist tightly.

"My stomach feels uncomfortable," Letta said, immediately asking to be taken to the bathroom. Marco looked tense. "I'll call the doctor," Marco said hurriedly. "No, there's no need to call the doctor. I just need to go to the bathroom," Letta said, trying to calm Marco.

Marco asked again, "Are you sure, which part of your stomach is uncomfortable? We need to check it immediately." Letta just smiled while caressing Marco's jaw, "Relax. I just need to go to the bathroom. My stomach is a little queasy, and you know what I need to do there."

Marco took a deep breath and immediately took Letta into the bathroom. "Should I accompany you inside?" Marco asked, making Letta widen her eyes. "Of course not. How could you come in? I can do it myself. Besides, even when I was in the hospital, I did it on my own without the help of a nurse," Letta said.

"Make sure the floor is not slippery, and be careful with your steps. I'll wait for you in front here," Marco said, making Letta smile.

"You don't have to wait for me in front of the bathroom. Just do what you want to do. I promise nothing will happen," Letta said, trying to reassure Marco. Marco took a long breath and nodded, "Alright, then go in and be careful," Marco said as he returned to the room.

Letta smiled to herself, even though she just needed to attend to the call of nature that made her uncomfortable. Marco continued to stare at the watch on his wrist, counting every minute that Letta spent inside. For some reason, Marco felt uneasy and anxious.

Finally, Marco approached and knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you still in there? Why is it taking so long?" Marco exclaimed. "Yes, just a moment. Don't worry, I'm fine," Letta said, making Marco fall silent again on the sofa. It was unclear how many times Marco did the same thing, constantly knocking on the door and asking about Letta's condition inside the bathroom, which eventually led Letta to open the door with an annoyed expression. "Okay, okay, you don't have to keep knocking on the door and asking about me. It makes me uncomfortable," Letta said in an irritated tone, making Marco look at her with a flat expression. "I was just making sure," Marco said, making Letta sigh in annoyance, then she slowly walked to see their room.