Marco began to reach out his hand to press the right button on the side of the door. A beep sounded, and the door opened, revealing a luxurious apartment with all modern facilities. Marco scanned his gaze in all directions, then his steps led to the second floor where Arabe’s room was located. Slowly, Marco approached Arabe, who was standing near the window, seemingly absorbed in the view of the bustling city outside.


    Marco walked closer and hugged Arabe from behind, -but Arabe seemed to ignore him, as if Marco wasn’t there.


    “Are you still angry?” Marco asked, kissing Arabe’s clearly tense shoulder.


    “Yes, it seems like you are still angry,” Marco answered himself, tightening his embrace.


    “I’m sorry,” Marco said, making Arabe finally turn to look at her fiance. For Arabe, perhaps Marco would be her ex-fiance, because she couldn’t bear to imagine Marco marrying another woman, especially if that woman was carrying Marco’s child.All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.


    “Do you think all these problems can be solved with just an apology?” Arabe asked with a flushed face, restraining her anger. Her hand itched not to p her fiance, but Arabe managed to control her emotions well.


    “I know, I know this issue is not as simple as I thought. I don’t expect you to forgive me easily. I just want a little understanding from you and listen to my exnation first,” Marco said again, making Arabe just sigh and look away, as if not wanting to see her handsome fiance’s face.


    “Come on, just listen to me this once,” Marco said, reaching for Arabe’s shoulder to make her face him. Marco finally managed to pull Arabe’s hand without resistance, and they sat on the side of the bed. They gazed at each other, until Marco gently pulled Arabe’s face and kissed her forehead.


    “Do you think my love for you is so shallow?” Marco asked, making Arabe fall silent. Of course, all this time she was sure that Marco loved her wholeheartedly, not just an ordinary love, but a sincere one, that they felt for each other.


    “I know you didn’t think that, but because of my foolishness and carelessness, I’m sure it’s difficult for you to forgive me because of your profound disappointment,” Marco said, making Arabe silent again.


    “But I beg you, it won’t happen again. I can’t ignore my own flesh and blood. You know my family values lineage so much, especially since you’ve already talked to my mother about it. Everyone wouldn’t agree if I were to dismiss that woman who, by the way, is carrying my flesh and blood,” Marco said, making Be look at him with a sharp gaze.


    “How can you be so sure that the woman is carrying your child? It could be that she’s carrying someone else’s child,” Arabe said, making Marco fall silent. If that night he hadn’t engaged in rtions with the unconscious woman, maybe Marco would have thought the same as Arabe. However, Marco still remembered the tears flowing on Letta’s face, how painful it was, and how they felt suffocated during the act, indicating that Letta had indeed preserved her virginity, and Marco had just destroyed it like that. That made Marco certain that the baby in Letta’s womb was his flesh and blood.


    “I’m sure it’s my flesh and blood,” Marco said, making Arabe dislike his answer even more.


    “Answers like that, or maybe you’re really interested in that woman?” Arabe said, making Marco shake his head.


    “I’m sure because she was still a virgin when I had rtions with her. Therefore, I’m sure it’s my child,” Marco said, making Arabe fall silent. Somehow, a feeling of suffocation enveloped her heart upon hearing that Marco had been intimate with someone who was experiencing it for the first time, and it was with Marco. Arabe felt like nothing when Marco recounted it, even though she wasn’t the first for Marco. Even though Marco knew that and epted it, Arabe still felt inferior to that woman. Arabe’s thoughts stopped as Marco gently touched her face.


    “I don’t want to be separated from you. You know how much I love you, but I also can’t let go of my own flesh and blood,” Marco said, looking at Arabe with his sincere gaze. Arabe let out a long breath because she didn’t want to let Marco go so easily to the hands of a woman who couldn’t even bepared to her.


    “Then what do you want?” Arabe asked, forced to restrain her ego. She didn’t want Marco to see her as a woman who was easy to be yed with like this, because Arabe didn’t want Marco to do it for a second time.


    “I have to marry her,” Marco said, making Arabe widen her eyes.


    “Are you crazy?” Arabe eximed, making Marco shake his head.


    “That’s the only way I can secure the child, through the bond of marriage. I promise that after the child is born, I will take care of the custody that will fall to me. I will make it happen, whatever happens afterward, we’ll get a divorce, and the child will eventually be ours,” Marco said, leaving Arabe speechless.


    “Are you sure that woman is willing to cooperate with us?” Arabe asked, making Marco smile as if to reassure his fiancee’s concerns.


    “Everything can be arranged. I will make her understand. I know women like her will be very amodating if we offer something more, especially if we assure her that the child will be better off in my hands than hers, who can’t provide anything. She must want to see her child happy from an early age, right?” Marco said, leaving Arabe silent. It seemed like his idea wasn’t too bad after the birth of Marco’s child. Marco promised to marry her, so everything could be arranged for the public and condemn them.


    “Fine, do whatever you want, but I don’t want to feel disadvantaged by your foolish idea. I can’t just let you go to that woman,” Arabe said, making Marco immediately pull Arabe into his embrace.


    “You won’t suffer any loss or lose me, I will make sure of that,” Marco said, leaving Arabe speechless as she epted how her fiance held her tightly.