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Marco walked down the hospital corridor. Somehow, every time he arrived at the white-walled building permeated with a pungent scent of medicine, his heart continued to beat rapidly. He had many unpleasant memories due to the numerous times he had brought Letta to the hospital, her condition making his heart feel as though it might stop at any moment. But this time was different, as he felt his heart race with a pleasant warmth.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Since earlier, Marco had been wearing a smile on his lips, something that felt delightful with every step he took, knowing he would meet Letta, who always greeted him with a sweet smile. It sometimes made it difficult for Marco to control his smile, like now, as his steps slowly approached the door of the room where Letta was inside. His heartbeat grew faster, even causing a sharp pain in his chest, but it was a sensation that felt immensely pleasurable.

Marco immediately reached out and pushed the door open. But his smile faltered as he suddenly saw Letta holding a knife. Unpleasant memories rushed into Marco’s mind. He still remembered how Letta had tried to take her own life by cutting her wrist with that sharp object. Marco quickly took long strides, snatching the knife from Letta’s grasp, and in that moment, he could see how startled Letta was.

Marco threw the knife into the corner of the room and immediately embraced Letta tightly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Marco said. Only apologies came out of his mouth. Marco hid his face in the crook of Letta’s neck, causing Letta to furrow her brow, not understanding Marco’s actions. Letta could even feel Marco’s rapid heartbeat and his trembling hands as he held her. Eventually, Letta tried to return her husband’s embrace and gently stroked his tense back.

“It’s okay, are you okay? Did something happen?” Letta asked, making Marco go silent for a moment, as if to normalize his fear, before finally unraveling their embrace and looking at Letta, who was now gazing at him with a worried expression. Letta then reached out and gently stroked the side of Marco’s face.

“I was even surprised when you suddenly took my knife,” Letta said, making Marco look at the knife he had just thrown.

“What were you going to do with that knife?” Marco asked, making Letta look at the fruit plate on the nightstand.

“I wanted to eat some fruit, and I was going to peel the apple, but you suddenly came and took the knife, then threw it before I could open it. Look, even your face still looks frightened like this,” Letta said while still caressing her husband’s face, making Marco sigh deeply and rub his face roughly. It seemed he was starting to become paranoid about sharp objects around Letta.

“No, it’s just that I was too afraid it might hurt you,” Marco said, making Letta smile.

“That won’t happen. I can still use a knife. Besides, the doctor said my body has improved. I can use my fingers as usual,” Letta said again, making Marco finally walk over to retrieve the discarded knife.

“Sit down, I’ll peel the apple for you,” Marco said, finally coaxing Letta to sit on the sofa not far from his bed, as he brought the fruit plate and sat beside her. Skillfully, Marco peeled the apple intended for Letta to eat, while Letta continued to gaze at her husband’s face.

“Why?” Marco asked, noticing Letta’s unwavering stare fixed on him rather than the fruit in his hand.

“I don’t know, I felt a bit strange when I saw you earlier. Are you really that afraid of me getting hurt?” Letta asked, causing Marco’s hand to pause. Then, Marco looked at Letta.

“Of course. Even the smallest injury, I won’t let it happen,” Marco said, making Letta smile. The next moment, without warning, Letta planted a kiss on the side of Marco’s face, leaving him stunned.

“Does that sound sweet?” Letta said, her smile widening, leaving Marco still entranced by her sweet smile. Even the warm sensation of her kiss lingered on his cheek. This made Marco once again have to control his emotions. For some reason, with Letta’s current treatment alone, his chest felt tight. Marco only smiled. Marco didn’t know what kind of feeling he was experiencing right now, but this flutter felt very pleasant, and he wanted to keep experiencing it all the time. And only Letta could do that. Eventually, when the fruit was peeled, Marco placed it on the plate and handed it to Letta.

“Have you eaten?” Letta asked, causing Marco to nod.

“Yes, I have. I had it with Daddy earlier,” Marco said, halting Letta’s movements. Letta remembered that during her time at the hospital, Marco’s parents never visited her.

“Do your parents know that I’m being treated here?” Letta asked, causing Marco to fall silent for a moment before nodding.

“They know, but they apologize for not being able to visit their daughter-in-law. They’re very busy,” Marco said, making Letta nod with a smile.

“Yeah, I understand their busyness, it’s okay. It’s all right, after I get out of the hospital, I’ll be the one to visit them,” Letta said, making Marco give a faint smile. Marco didn’t know whether to stop her or not, but he hoped that after leaving the hospital, Letta would forget her intention. Because for now, it seemed that Marco still couldn’t bring Letta and his mother together.

Letta’s motion halted as Marco continued to watch her while she was eating the fruit, prompting her to reach out and offer a slice of the apple to Marco.

“Do you want some?” Letta said with her mouth full, making Marco smile.

“Yes, it seems very sweet,” Marco said, making Letta nod.

“Of course, try it,” Letta said again, prompting Marco to put down the apple in his hand.

“But it seems it would taste sweeter if I were to have it directly from your lips,” Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes. Letta was about to respond to Marco’s words when suddenly he pulled her waist closer, then pressed his lips against hers. Letta was stunned. It was the first time Letta felt something like this after her memories had completely disappeared.

Letta could feel her heart racing as she felt Marco’s lips perfectly aligning with hers. Especially when she felt Marco’s large hand, now moving from her waist, gently tracing her back, then pressing on her nape. As Marco moved his lips, Letta could only release what she had been holding in her hand, gripping Marco’s shoulders tightly, and following every move he made. They kissed each other so gently until Marco eventually unraveled their kiss, leaving Letta furrowing her brow.

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” Letta asked, as suddenly Marco was now looking at her with a blank expression.

“No, it’s just that if I continue, I don’t think I can restrain myself. You, you always make it impossible for me to control anything I feel,” Marco said, extending his hand and caressing Letta’s damp and reddened lower lip.