Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire
Chapter 214

Letta slowly began to blink her eyes, but the first thing she felt was her head weighing heavily. Even Letta winced when a gentle stroke on her shoulder made her look up, gazing at Marco with a worried expression. "You're awake, are you okay?" Marco asked, as Letta tried to sit up with his assistance.

"What time is it? How about Freya?" Letta asked, making Marco look at his wife with concern.

"Freya is playing with Desi. Don't worry, she's fine. What you need to tell me is how you're feeling right now, if anything hurts, or if you might have experienced something?" Marco asked, making Letta fall silent. The events of last night came back to her, making Letta look at Marco quietly.

"Why? Tell me. Is there someone bothering you, or maybe hurting you?" Marco asked, making sure because so far Pedro hadn't given him a report on what he had asked him to do last night.

"No, he didn't hurt me, but for some reason. It feels painful, my breath feels tight, just by looking at his face," Letta said, making Marco furrow his brow.

"What do you mean?" Marco asked again.

"I met someone last night, you could say it was an accidental encounter because he also looked surprised to see me," Letta said, making Marco listen carefully to his wife's explanation.

"He knew me," Letta said, and the next moment, Marco felt himself becoming restless again, his heart pounding rapidly.

"He mentioned my name, and because I was curious, I said that if he knew me, and he replied that he knew me very well. At that moment, I thought maybe he was just someone who wanted to talk nonsense. I also remember you saying never to trust anyone else," Letta said, making Marco nod.

"Yes, that's right. Who knows, maybe he's just someone who wants to trap us again like we experienced in Chicago, right?" Marco said, making Letta nod her head.

"Initially, I thought the same way too. I didn't want the mistakes to happen again by trusting someone I didn't know, but he said something that made me doubt," Letta said, making Marco silent while continuing to wait for Letta's explanation. "He knew something about me that perhaps no one would ever know if he wasn't close to me," Letta explained, making Marco nod again.

"What did he say?" Marco asked again.

"I want you to see it," Letta said. After that, she turned her back on Marco, making him furrow his brow. Letta then lifted her disheveled long hair, then unbuttoned her clothing, revealing her back to Marco, making him look at his wife's back with confusion once again.

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"Is there something on your back?" Letta asked, not even knowing the mark mentioned by the man to her last night, making Marco fall silent, then seeing some red spots still clearly visible on her back due to her activities. However, apart from that, Marco touched the mole on Letta's right back.

"There's a mole on your back," Marco said, making Letta fall silent. Her heart started racing fast again. That was a sign that the man truly knew about it.

"Where else?" Letta asked, making Marco examine his wife's body again.

"He said both were exactly the same as you just said. That man seemed to have really been close to me," Letta said, making Marco truly disturbed. If something within him was in turmoil right now, when Letta said that the one who met her

was a man.

"The man?" Marco asked, making Letta nod.

"Yes, he's a man. He said anything I wanted to know, and he was also curious why I didn't recognize him. But I didn't mention that I had lost my memory. I didn't want him to exploit that weakness, so I asked just to make sure if he really was someone close. Even though I knew he was suspicious because I asked him too many questions and didn't recognize him," Letta said, making Marco then get up from his seat, rubbing his face roughly.

"I shouldn't have left you last night. I should have stayed with you last night, so this wouldn't have happened to you. Even last night, when I saw you scared, I was really worried. I was afraid something bad might happen to you," Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

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"No, last night, my reaction was only because I didn't expect to meet someone who knew me before, before I lost my memory. I couldn't control my body either. Why did I react like that? I felt my body trembling so much. My breath felt tight. He never hurt me. He just explained everything that was in me before. He seemed truly close to me and in my previous life," Letta said, making Marco even more anxious with his wife's explanation. It's not that Marco didn't trust Letta, it's just that he didn't know who had met Letta last night. Marco then looked back at his wife.

"Who is he, who is that man?" Marco asked in his cold tone, making Letta fall silent for a moment. Maybe her words were wrong, or maybe she was slightly disturbed because her skin was talking about someone from her past. "Are you angry?" Letta asked, making Marco once again just sigh deeply.

"I'm asking who that man is, Letta. I have to make sure that he doesn't hurt you or take advantage of you in your current state. I don't want anything bad to happen to you," Marco said, making Letta shake her head. "I've told you. He didn't hurt me, he just explained and said what I wanted to hear," Letta said again.

"That's not a guarantee. That might just be his way of getting close to you at first, so never trust him," Marco interjected, making Letta gaze at her husband's worried, restless, and angry demeanor all at once.

"He said his name is Abian," Letta said, and at that moment, Marco could already guess his suspicion. No wonder Letta mentioned that man. They had really met. Was this a sign of Letta's memories resurfacing? Marco thought, and this time Marco had to act. He couldn't let Letta meet Abian again, and he would try to prevent Letta from replaceing out about her past, about her life before she lost everything.