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he wanted to kill her
Letta widened her eyes as Marco suddenly released his embrace, causing Letta to appear to be drawn into the pool. Letta struggled to balance herself but couldn’t swim. She could only feel the sting in her nose as water entered, until Marco grabbed her wrist again, prompting Letta to tightly embrace him. Letta coughed as water filled her throat, which made Marco burst into laughter.
“Can you really not swim?” Marco asked, as Letta roughly wiped her face and hugged Marco’s neck tightly, hoping he wouldn’t let go again.
“Come on, let’s learn again. You’ll definitely get the hang of it,” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.
“No, I’m not interested in learning to swim.”
“Come on, what if there’s a flood or you’re at the beach? You need to know how to swim,” Marco persisted, but Letta shook her head again, until Marco pulled her embrace tightly. Holding her shoulders, Letta began to panic at the thought of Marco letting go again.
“You have to learn to swim, and I’ll teach you,” Marco insisted firmly, causing Letta to shake her head vehemently. Letta felt she would never be able to swim, lacking the talent and having a fear of water. But looking at Marco’s determined face, she didn’t want to argue, unsure of what this man in front of her would do.
As he pursed his lips and then released Letta’s shoulder, Letta once again had to try to balance her body in the water. But, of course, she failed. Marco’s words of teaching her to swim sounded like torture to Letta’s ears. As she silently looked on, Letta struggled to get oxygen. She truly didn’t know what was going through Marco’s mind at that moment, whether he wanted to kill her right then. But he had said he would never let Letta die easily. Letta could feel her chest tightening due to her lungs and the increasingly thin oxygen. She might be continuously swallowing pool water.
Meanwhile, with his sharp eyes, Marco only observed Letta struggling to balance herself. In fact, this time, Marco just watched his own hands on the surface of the water, until he approached and pulled Letta again. Letta coughed again, her eyes reddening. She even vomited water from her mouth. But it didn’t stop there. Letta hadn’t even had the chance to take in much oxygen when Marco released his grip once more, making Letta struggle again to balance her body. Finally, Letta felt her weakened body continuously moving in the water. Letta seemed unable to move her hands, especially when the oxygen in her lungs was depleting rapidly due to swallowing so much water.
At that moment, Letta felt her chest tightening, her vision darkening. Letta didn’t know if this was really Marco’s way of ending her life, when she didn’t want to struggle anymore in there.
Letta allowed her body to slowly sink. Her ringing ears enabled her to hear someone calling her name, and at that moment, Letta felt her body being lifted. On the other hand, Marco gazed sharply at Letta, as if he didn’t want to make an effort to make her swim. Marco didn’t know what he was feeling at that moment. Was he anxious seeing Letta about to drown, when her hands were no longer moving in there?
Marco could see Letta’s body sinking deeper, and that was when he started pulling her and carrying her to the edge of the pool, laying her against the pool wall. Marco began to see Letta’s pale face. He heard Letta’s still palpable heartbeat. Then, he started pressing her chest, causing Letta to vomit a lot of pool water. Not just that, Marco started giving Letta artificial breaths several times. Finally, Letta completely expelled all the water from her lungs. Letta coughed, making her nose sting, even as her ears continued to ring, causing her head to throb intensely.
Her vision blurred, Letta was about to lose consciousness again due to her weakened body. But that was when she could feel someone immediately catching her, someone who picked her up and carried her into the house. Surely, it was Marco.
“Desi, prepare some warm tea in my room,” Marco said casually, carrying Letta, who now had her eyes closed in his arms, ignoring the gaze of the servants. Desi just nodded, following Marco’s request while looking at the water still dripping on the floor. Marco finally took Letta to his room. Then, he gently laid her on his bed.
Marco gazed at Letta slowly, taking in every inch of her body, now clinging to the bikini she had chosen herself. It somehow made Marco feel as if Letta always managed to stir his emotions. Sometimes he felt anger towards Letta, sometimes he felt hatred, and sometimes he even felt concern for the woman. Marco just rubbed his rough face before heading into the bathroom to rinse off.
It didn’t take long before Desi knocked on the door, finding Marco already done with his shower, wearing a bathrobe. Marco instructed Desi to come in. Briefly, Desi glanced at Letta still lying on her master’s bed.
“Sir, may I make a suggestion?” Desi said, bowing her head, prompting Marco to look at her.
“Go ahead,” Marco replied.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
“If her body isn’t dried off soon, she might get a fever, and the wound on her stomach hasn’t fully dried yet. I’m just afraid she might get sick,” Desi said, causing Marco to look at Letta before averting his gaze.
“You may leave,” Marco said without responding to Desi’s words, leaving Desi to nod. She then left Marco’s room. Marco began walking towards Letta, where her abdomen, still covered in bandages, prompted him to gently remove them. There were stitches that hadn’t fully healed, but they were starting to dry. It somehow made Marco feel a little relieved that the injury wasn’t worse. But what surprised Marco slightly was when his skin touched Letta’s, which was starting to warm up. Marco quickly rushed into the dressing room.