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Letta furrowed her brows as she heard the deep baritone voice not far from her bed. Slowly, she blinked and looked behind her. Marco, who used to embrace her from behind, was no longer there. Instead, he was now standing, gazing out of the apartment window, speaking on the phone. Letta unintentionally sharpened her hearing.

“I’m sorry, I really have to get back as soon as possible