Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Arabella and Letta glanced back at Marco’s car still following them from behind.

“Since when did your husband’s office move towards my boutique?” Arabella asked, making Letta shake her head.

“Maybe he just wants to accompany us,” Letta said, causing Arabella to shake her head before turning back to look ahead.

“Didn’t you say you would bring Freya?” Arabella asked again, making Letta shake her head with a sad expression.

“I was going to bring Freya so we could go peacefully. But you heard it yourself, didn’t you? Earlier, Marco didn’t allow me, saying he was afraid if someone suddenly recognized me and took a picture of me with Freya. Marco still hasn’t allowed Freya to be consumed by the public,” Letta said, making Arabella smile.

“Your daughter is as sweet as brownies, she could indeed be public consumption,” Arabella replied, making Letta smile. They remained silent until they finally arrived at the boutique Arabella had mentioned.

“See, isn’t it true? Look at your husband. He’s still staring at us from inside the car. Even though it’s not visible, I know how sharply he’s looking at me. Forget it, no need to wave at him. Let’s go in. Pretend we didn’t see his car,” Arabella said, pulling Letta without hesitation into her private boutique, which was like a specialized store for Arabella. It was like a museum for the clothes she had worn, whether at events or ones she had bought and collected herself, and it was solely private without anyone being allowed to enter.

Arabella immediately invited Letta to take a look around, and Letta, of course, couldn’t comment on anything. It was truly likea warehouse of luxurious clothes. Even Letta couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty inside, even though Letta had never admired or been interested in the trendy fashions of the year, as Marco always gave her clothes in line with the current trends. Despite not caring, Letta couldn’t help but be amazed by Arabella’s boutique.

“I can guess that expression, even though you say you’re not really into fashion, the soul of a woman is still ingrained, you like it, don’t you?” Arabella asked, making Letta nod her head.

“Alright, let’s stay in here for now. Do you want some sweet snacks, because I know you like them,” Arabella said without hesitation, making Letta nod her head. Arabella immediately instructed a server to bring sweet treats and tea to accompany them, before finally being satisfied with her admiration. Letta looked back at Arabella.

“What about Abian? Where will we meet?” Letta asked again.

“Here,” Arabella said, making Letta widen her eyes.

“You mean in this boutique?” Letta asked again, making Arabella nod her head.

“Because after thinking it over, it’s too risky for us to meet Abian outside. Even though Marco said he wouldn’t place guards around you, Marco is still Marco. He can’t be deceived, especially his right-hand man, Pedro. He’s as sly as an eel, very cunning. So, rather than getting caught red-handed, it’s better to call Abian here,” Arabella said, making Letta nod, because Arabella’s thinking made sense.

“Then how about Abian, how does he get in here? Wouldn’t someone who’s watching us also notice that there’s someone else coming here besides me?” Letta asked again.

“Don’t worry, I just need to clap my hands, and he’ll come here without anyone recognizing him,” Arabella said, making Letta immediately look at her with disbelief.

“You don’t believe it?” Arabella asked, looking at Letta’s expression, making Letta just nod her head, and the next moment, Arabella clapped her hands, and somehow Abian appeared from among the displays of clothes that filled the glass showcases not far from Arabella. He was wearing a hat and inconspicuous clothing, making Letta squint.

“Is that Abian?” Letta asked, making Arabella nod her head.

“I proved what I said, so let’s enjoy our sweet treats with someone you might interrogate. Don’t worry, just pretend I won’t be listening,” Arabella said, making Letta immediately fall silent, as Abian was truly in front of her, causing Letta to blink.

“Take a seat. I want to taste my sweets with Letta first before leaving you two to talk,” Arabella said, making Abian nod.

“How are you?” Abian asked Letta, who just nodded her head with a smile.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Good,” Letta replied, making Abian return his smile. As Arabella had said, she truly enjoyed her sweet treats, before getting up from her seat, giving Letta and Abian time to discuss their issues. Initially, Letta was silent, unsure of what to bring up first with Abian, before Letta finally tried to let out a long breath.

“You must have been very surprised when Arabella contacted you and asked you to meet with me,” Letta said, making Abian nod his head.

“Sorry for bothering you, maybe you’re busy at the moment,” Letta added, making Abian shake his head.

“Not really. I always have time if you ask for it,” Abian replied, making them fall silent while fidgeting with their fingers.

“It seems like there’s something important you want to ask,” Abian asked, as he could already sense Letta’s state. The last time they met, Letta suddenly left with a pale face, making Abian worried. However, when Abian chased after her, he saw Letta running towards Marco, and that’s when Abian realized that Letta had truly become that man’s possession.

“I actually, I want to tell you something honestly. I don’t know, but I’m sure that you are a good person. You must have been someone in my past, and you couldn’t possibly have lied to me or intended to harm me or have any ill intentions towards me,” Letta said, making Abian furrow his brow slightly as Letta talked about her past.

“Actually, I’ve lost my memory. I’ve forgotten some of my memories, including possibly you in them. So, I don’t remember anything about you or who you are, or any other people in my past before, ” Letta said, making Abian slightly taken aback. Perhaps now Abian was getting the answer as tobwhy Letta didn’t remember him when they met, because it was unlikely that Letta could forget him in just a few years.

“And my purpose for coming here is to ask about my past because I have no clue or anyone I can ask all this time, and it seems only you can help me. So, can you explain how I was, how our relationship was, and who was in my previous life? Do I have parents, or family, or friends?” Letta asked, getting straight to the heart of the conversation. Letta really didn’t want to waste time because her time to ask Abian was limited, as the time given by Marco was not as much as she had hoped. Letta also didn’t want Marco to become suspicious of her and feel deceived.

“I beg you, I just want to know quickly. Maybe it can help me regain my memory slowly, as Iam currently trying to regain my memory. I am undergoing therapy,” Letta said, making Abian look very concerned for her. He didn’t even comment at all at the moment.

“Please, I’m fine, and right now I’m living happily. Even though I’ve forgotten some of my memories, I have a loving husband, a happy family, and a little daughter whom we love dearly. So, you don’t have to be burdened to tell me about my past or anything, because I’m fine now,” Letta said, trying to reassure him, afraid that Abian might hesitate to tell her everything.