Helga told me she would only put on this outfit when she had a mission, so they must’ve left on orders.

Could their target be Ashton?

They were gone for three days without any news whatsoever.

For the past three days, I couldn’t sleep well. I’d only fall asleep watching Baby on the laptop screen.

It was midnight by the time I fell asleep. Suddenly, I heard the door downstairs creaking open in a daze. I promptly jolted awake and put on a cardigan before rushing downstairs.

When I arrived at the hall, Helga had returned to her room through the other flight of stairs. The bodyguard was also nowhere to be seen. Marcus was the only one in the living room. Clad in a black cloak, he looked worn out as he stared at the religious painting on the wall. I remembered he also did the same thing when I arrived the other day.

Hearing my footsteps, he asked, “It’s late. You aren’t asleep yet? Were you waiting for me?”

There was a hint of delight in his voice.

and instead said, “Looks like you weren’t

Letty?” Marcus returned as he made his

stop in front of me and leaned forward to scan my figure. There

might not be on your side too, right?” I swallowed lightly and

wanted to see me being scared, so I wouldn’t allow him to see that side

and straightened his body. “No one knows,” came

very confident

more information from him when he turned, seemingly

said you’ve only seen your son once. You

but I went along with him. “Yes. I can’t stop thinking when

back to me, Marcus turned at his

soon? One day? One month? One year? Do you know how torturing this is? You said you love me and wanted me to choose you, but you separated me

deep breath to calm down before I continued, “You’re going to lock us up, anyway. Why don’t you lock me up with my son? Please, I beg of you. I don’t want to wait for a video that might be fake every day. I want

as though reminding

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