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Marco got out of the car carrying a box of cakes and went straight into the house.

“Where is Letta?” Marco asked as he passed one of the servants.

“She’s in the garden next to the house, sir,” the servant replied, causing Marco to glance at his watch, which read 2:00 in the afternoon.

“Didn’t we take a break after coming back from the garden earlier?” Marco asked, causing the servant to shake their head and bow.

“Madam was seen strolling with Desi, but I didn’t see her go into her room,” the servant said, making Marco heave a long sigh. After that, Marco walked towards the garden on the side of his house.

There, Marco saw Letta sitting not far from the edge of the pool, sipping tea and nibbling on some snacks that seemed untouched. Marco furrowed his brow as he saw Letta gazing at the pool.

“What are you thinking about?” Marco asked, making Letta startle slightly and smile as she looked at him.

“Are you back already?” Letta asked, making Marco nod his head.

“So what’s making you think so hard? Is something bothering you?” Marco asked again, making Letta smile and shake her head.

“No, I’m just thinking about something. What did you bring?” Letta asked, trying to divert her thoughts by asking about what was in her husband’s hands. Letta didn’t want Marco to be disturbed when he found out that she was thinking about what she had forgotten in her life. Even though Letta didn’t make a strong effort to remember, the curiosity sometimes lingered in her heart.

Marco then sat right next to Letta, placing the large box of cakes.

“Something sweet for you,” Marco said, making Letta’s lips curve even more.

“Did you intentionally buy it?” Letta asked again, making Marco nod.

“Open it. I hope you like it,” Marco said, making Letta immediately open the box, revealing four large cakes of different varieties.

“You bought this many?” Letta asked, making Marco nod.

“Yes, because I’m not used to buying in small quantities. Consider it a stock of sweet treats for you,” Marco said, making Letta smile.

“But food like this, if stored for too long, won’t taste good. That’s why they provide it in small portions so it can be consumed in one go,” Letta said, making Marco raise his eyebrows.

“Is that so? Well, it’s fine. I’ve already bought them anyway,” Marco said, to which Letta just smiled in response.

“Alright, I’ll take a small piece of each variant. After that, I’ll distribute them to the servants and guards in this house. How about that?” Letta asked, making Marco nod his head.

“Sure, it’s up to you,” Marco said, then he looked at a servant and called them over. He instructed them to bring a plate and a small fork for Letta to take small pieces of the cakes in front of her. After that, he instructed the servant to distribute them evenly to the servants and guards present.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Now, there were sweet treats adorning the round table in front of Letta, making her eyes sparkle as she gazed at them.

“My husband seems to be quite talented in choosing these dessert varieties,” Letta said, making Marco smile proudly. Little did she know, he also received some unexpected help from Lusi.

“Of course. Whatever my wife likes, I’m sure I can choose it well,” Marco said, making Letta smile as she reached out her hand, trying to taste each of the cakes one by one. And indeed, her guesses and expressions when tasting them, with her eyes sparkling, made Letta nod enthusiastically.

“These are truly delicious. You have such a good taste,” Letta said, making Marco smile.

“Well then, enjoy them. I did choose them especially for you,” Marco said, nodding his head.

“Of course. It’s not just me who will enjoy them, you should also eat them,” Letta said, making Marco immediately shake his head.

“No, thank you. I have a bit of a strained relationship with sweet foods. So just seeing my wife enjoy them so much is enough for me,” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

“No, from today onwards, my dearest husband must make friends with sweet foods. How could anyone refuse such delicious treats? Come on, try it,” Letta said, taking a small piece and offering it to Marco, who now looked at her as if she was offering him poison.

“Oh no, just the thought of it makes my taste buds uncomfortable,” Marco said, making Letta immediately put on a disappointed face.

“Don’t worry. I just want to share the sweetness with my husband,” Letta said, making Marco shake his head.

“No, no, thank you. I really can’t eat it,” Marco said again, making Letta pout her lips once more.

“I’m quite satisfied with the taste. I just want you to experience how sweet it melts in your mouth,” Letta said, prompting Marco to suddenly think of a mischievous idea. Marco reached out his hand, making Letta look at her husband’s palm.

“What?” Letta asked, making Marco smile.

“Come here, sit here,” Marco said, patting his lap, prompting Letta to follow his gesture.

“I sit here?” Letta asked, making Marco nod, before he pulled his wife’s waist and settled Letta right on his lap. Marco took a spoonful from the one Letta had placed earlier and fed it to her.

“I’d better taste the sweetness directly from here,” Marco said, making Letta about to protest. Suddenly, Marco pulled her neck and kissed her, making Letta widen her eyes slightly. Marco immediately slurped the melting dessert in her mouth. Somehow, it made Letta feel something tickling in her heart, causing her to push her husband’s body as Marco looked at her with a satisfied smile, and traces of chocolate on his lips.

“Yes, you’re right. This food is really sweet,” Marco said, making Letta playfully tap him.

“How could you steal the dessert from my mouth? Wasn’t I about to feed you earlier?” Letta said again, making Marco shake his head.

“For me, the best way to enjoy this dessert is directly from my wife’s mouth. It tastes much sweeter,” Marco said, making Letta once again feel playful annoyance at Marco’s flirtatiousness.

“Stop with the flirting, because I’ve already had sweet food, so don’t increase the dose,” Letta said. After that, Letta got up from her seat and left Marco behind, who gazed at her retreating figure.

“Hey, where are you going? Don’t leave me sitting here alone,” Marco said, making Letta sigh in annoyance.

“Going back to the room,” Letta replied, seeming to be sulking, making Marco just smile to himself.

“Well then, wait for me. I’ll also go to the room,” Marco said again.

“No, just stay there and finish all the desserts until there’s nothing left, then you can follow,” Letta said, which made Marco immediately look at the round table. There were a few pieces of dessert left that Letta had tasted earlier.

“No, I’ll come after you right away. Wait for me,” Marco said, making Letta immediately look like she was running, and Marco promptly got up from his seat with long strides.

“Don’t run, Letta. You might fall,” Marco called out.

“I’m not a 5-year-old child to be warned like that, Mr. Jovanka,” Letta called back, making Marco even pick up his pace. It seemed that his wife wanted to play with him this time.