Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela Matamoros goes on a rampage at the exit of La familia Matamoros.

The weather is prone to sudden changes on summer afternoons, when the sky above your head fills in an instant with heavy clouds and the sky is so heavy you can barely breathe.

Micaela Matamoros looked at the people hurrying back and forth to make a living at the crosswalk and lost herself for a moment, standing on the side of the road like a homeless person.

After running away from La familia Matamoros, she was shocked to discover, sadly, that there was no longer a place for her in the world.

Still, God had no mercy on her and within moments thunder rumbled and it rained cats and dogs.

The rain drenched her completely.

She clutched the fragile Oxford offering in her hand and held it tightly in her arms to keep the downpour from drenching her.

She ran in the rain for who knows how long before she reached the door of a coffee shop for shelter.

She was soaked to the bone and it would have been unseemly to go into the coffee, so she stood by the front porch, sheltering from the rain.

People coming in and out of the coffee looked at her.

People wondered how it was possible for such a pretty girl to get soaked, and no one gave her an umbrella around her.

Inside the cafe, Nico was bored with the blind date his grandfather had set him up on.

The other side kept chattering, shrill as hell.

“Mr. Nico, it’s raining heavily, why don’t we go see a movie later, I heard a romantic literary movie was recently released, it’s highly rated, we can go see it together.”

Nico looked at the rain through the floor-to-ceiling window and said, “I’m not interested in romantic movies, let alone romantic literature.”

The other party bit her lip, a little embarrassed, but with no intention of giving up because she was too well qualified.

Nico’s gaze settled on the outside of the cafeteria, and a lone slender figure caught his eye.

Micaela Matamoros?

The next second, Nico hooked his thin lips and a glint of contempt shone under his eyes.

Heh, this woman has the gall to say she’s not clingy, even using such low, old-fashioned tricks as bullying and bashing.

The blind date in front of Nico asked again, “What are Mr. Nico’s usual hobbies?”.

Boring and boring questions.

Nico suddenly came up with a way to get out of there and stood up and said to his blind date, “Miss Rosa, I’ve met an acquaintance, come over and say hello.”

“Acquaintance?”

Nico had stood up and was walking with his long legs towards the veranda at the entrance of the coffee.

Micaela Matamoros looks up and sees him, with a slight fright in her eyes, clearly she hadn’t expected to meet Nico here either.

“Such a coincidence?”

Nico looked at her slightly mockingly, “Is it really a coincidence, or is this deliberate harassment on your part?”.

Micaela Matamoros was in a very bad mood, and when Nico teased her like that, she wasn’t soft either and said coldly, “Mr. Nico is too self-absorbed.

Nico didn’t bother to argue with her about those things and told her, “Okay, you’re not stalking me, you just ran into me.”

“…” How shallow that sounds.

Not far away, Nico’s blind date also happened with his bag.

Suddenly, Nico grabbed Micaela Matamoros’ wrist and pulled her close to him, whispering in her ear, “If you want to make a deal with me, first show me what you can do.”

Micaela Matamoros frowned slightly and looked up to see a young girl in a little dress running towards her, her face so full of admiration for Nico that she couldn’t hide it.

It’s obviously a cow lip and Nico wants to get rid of that cow lip.

Micaela Matamoros removed her wrist from Nico’s palm, and then grabbed Nico’s arm, and the next moment, with a cold, sullen face, she was smiling at Nico and saying, “Is that your friend, honey?”

Grupo Galicia’s daughter is confused, Grandfather Amengual arranged a blind date and says Nico still doesn’t have a girlfriend, what’s wrong?

“Mr. Nico, who is this man?”

Nico was about to speak when Micaela Matamoros squeezed closer to Nico’s side, smiling sweetly and saying, “Mr. Nico’s baby’s mother.”

Micaela Matamoros also reached out, touching the flat belly.

Nico rolled his eyes to give a meaningful look to Micaela Matamoros, a good actress, with a lot of talent.

Micaela Matamoros, who is all theatricality and the integrity of the performance, continued pouting, “Mr. Nico, what do you mean you snuck in for coffee by yourself without telling me, how are you going to make it up to me and the baby if I got soaked in the rain just to come see you?”

Nico raised an eyebrow, his gaze intriguing, “I’m doing it for your sake, how can a pregnant woman sneak into the cafe and nurture her baby?”

The big male hand playfully touched her lower back.

Micaela Matamoros: …

The lady from Grupo Galicia was pissed off with this “theatrical couple”.

Nico commented: “Good acting”.

Micaela Matamoros asks, “I just helped Mr. Nico get rid of a mustache, how does Mr. Nico plan to pay me back?”.

“Payback, did I just say I would pay you if you help me get rid of that Miss Rosa?”

“… Mr. Nico trying to renege on a bill?”

Nico: “I didn’t renege on my promise because then I didn’t promise you anything.”

Campoverde, Nico’s assistant, drove the black commercial vehicle to the entrance of the coffee.

Nico went straight to the car.

Micaela Matamoros stood in front of the car window and rapped hard on it, saying, “If you make a deal with me, you won’t lose out!”

The windows, rolled down slowly.

The man looked at her with salty eyes and asked, “What’s your bargaining chip?”.

“Me.”

Nico was silent for a moment.

Micaela Matamoros panicked, but kept her composure, fearing Nico would humiliate her and say she wasn’t good enough.

But, again, I had to ask stiffly, “Are you okay?”

Nico let out a soft laugh, “So now you are penniless, so poor that all you have left to do is sell yourself.”

“For Mr. Nico it was a penniless decision, but for me it was the most expensive bargaining chip I had, and I don’t think it’s worthless, how much I have is for Mr. Nico to see.”

“You mean I don’t look at you if I don’t see you?”

Micaela Matamoros looked at the heavy rain falling, she desperately needed shelter now, even if it was a wolf standing in that shelter.

Micaela Matamoros took a deep breath and said, “It’s not gentlemanly to make me stand outside the car to talk to you.”

Nico: “I didn’t say it was gentlemanly.”

“…,” Micaela Matamoros bit her lip.

Nico raised an eyebrow, “But I take pity on people.”

Micaela Matamoros breathed a small sigh of relief.

The black Bentley, moving smoothly along a rainy road.

The atmosphere in the car was delicate.

Micaela Matamoros cupped the Oxford offering in her hand and was glimpsed by Nico.

Nico hooked his lips and asked, “Do you want to go to England to study?”

“If Mr. Nico sponsors me to study in the UK, I will definitely repay Mr. Nico and bring more benefits to him when I return home after succeeding in my studies. ”

It was as if Nico was listening to a joke: “I’m a businessman, and you know what kind of promises I hate the most?”.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Micaela Matamoros was perplexed, “What?”

Nico’s dark eyes stared at her and his thin lips spat out the words, “Painting a big picture.”

“…”

Micaela Matamoros swallowed her throat and said, “If Mr. Nico doesn’t believe me, I can sign an employment contract with Mr. Nico. ”

Nico casually analyzed, “I am financing your studies in the UK, this money, for me, is really a tiny expense, but if you go to the UK to study for three to five years, this money that I am financing you, in my hands for three to five years, do you know how many times it will increase? But if I take this money to finance you, I will have to wait for the devaluation of the currency due to inflation, so what good will it do me to finance your studies in England?”

Micaela Matamoros spoke hastily, “I can make an IOU and when I graduate I will pay you back tenfold.”

“Too little.” Nico sighed.

Micaela Matamoros stifled the offer, embarrassed, “What exactly are you going to do to help me?”

Nico looked at her slightly and spoke with thin lips in a single word, “Tear up that offer you have.”

Cold to the core.

Micaela Matamoros’ throat sore, “Why?”

“Do promises from a woman studying in England across the ocean and continent from me seem credible to you? I have a slight impression of you now, but in three to five years, who you are will be of no importance to me. So, if you want to make a deal with me, don’t bet your future against me, it’s more reliable to make a deal with me with your present.”