Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela Matamoros doesn’t understand, “Why does Mr. Nico have to sign this contract with me when I could give back so much, so much more to Mr. Nico if he would sponsor me to go to Oxford University in England?”

Nico plays with a delicate lighter in his hand, flicking it on and off.

He spoke nonchalantly, “According to statistics, the average annual salary of graduates of the world’s top ten universities is between 200. 000 and 300. 000 dollars when they enter working life, unless your abilities are particularly outstanding, the profit you can bring to me, even if you are an Oxford graduate, without eating or drinking for a year is only 200. 000 to 300. 000 pounds a year. I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you will develop well up to 500. 000 pounds a year and that the pound has a tendency to appreciate in the next few years. ”

“And suppose you go back to your home country after graduating, do you know what the annual quoted salary of a graduate from a top 10 global university in China is?”

Micaela Matamoros, who hasn’t dabbled in this area and is unsure, shakes her head.

Nico took the lighter out of his hand and dropped it on the table in front of him, his dark eyes looking soberly at her as he said, “Six hundred thousand pounds a year is a good development. And with the millions I’m funding your studies in the UK, I’m perfectly capable of buying a small to medium-sized company, and in my hands, the shares might be worth ten million anyway.”

“But for me to lend you that money would be tantamount to a coup for me.”

“What’s the benefit I can get from financing your studies at Oxford University?”

Micaela Matamoros was confused for a moment when Nico spouted these all-too-realistic theories.

The first time.

She stood up, Nico sat down, she forced herself to be quiet, Nico rambled on as if making small talk.

However, he was weak-minded.

She couldn’t give an answer because of Nico’s rhetorical question.

Micaela Matamoroslita took a deep breath and asked, “But why did Mr. Nico decide that I could be a cheerleader?”

Nico looked up slightly and a very faint smile crept under his eyes, “There are some people, born and raised in Rome, who have accumulated enough raw wealth to break the rumor that there are only three generations of rich people just by sitting on that raw wealth and pooling money. The more ordered the society, the more significant the class difference. Even if your origins are not in Rome, your external condition gives you a springboard.”

Micaela Matamoros swallows saliva: “But I don’t want to live on being pretty.”

Nico laughs.

Laughing at her childishness.

Nico stood up, walked towards her with his long legs, stood in front of her, looked at her slightly and said, “Being pretty doesn’t give you a living, but being pretty is your weapon and trampoline, and when you’re at the top, who cares if you got there because you’re pretty or because of your brains. Being an artist isn’t just about being pretty to be popular either.”

Micaela Matamoros pursed her lips for a long time, unable to speak.

Today, Nico had taught her a lesson and, for a moment, she was unable to give a choice.

“But why, in preference to artists?”

Nico copied his hands in his pockets and hit the nail on the head, “I’m a businessman, and assuming you’re a commodity, a thorough evaluation of you as a commodity, packaged as an artist, maximizes profit for me and for you.”

“What if I’m not red?”

“Even if you manage to achieve third-rate star status, your annual salary is undoubtedly well over five million, and besides, are you that confident?”

Micaela Matamoros could see that Nico was sitting back, not relaxing, but doing math in his head!

“Mr. Nico, it’s a pity you don’t work as a professional planner.” praised Micaela Matamoros.

Nico doesn’t take it lying down: “It’s too big a job for me to be a career planner.”

Micaela Matamoros nodded, the man was still arrogant to the core.

Micaela Matamoros said, “It’s clear to me now which olive branch Mr. Nico throws, but with such a big choice, I really need a week to think about it.”

“Three days, no more.”

“…”

Bullying.

Micaela Matamoros looked out the window and said, “The rain has stopped and if Mr. Nico has nothing else to do, I will leave.”

Micaela Matamoros was about to turn away when Nico tugged on the straps of the robe.

“…”

Nico looked playfully at the robe straps tied in three dead knots and said quietly with a playful grin, “Taking care of me, are you afraid I’ll eat you?”

“… I’m used to tying it like this.”

Ears slightly reddened, as if embarrassed to be seen through.

Nico raised an eyebrow, uncontested, “It’s good that girls are self-conscious about it, but … you’re bugging me to come home with me, now you’re doing this little number, don’t you think it’s superfluous?”

Micaela Matamoros was so excited for him that her guts grew fierce and her watery eyes rose to stare at Nico, asking seriously, “If something happens between Mr. Nico and me, will Mr. Nico be able to sponsor me unconditionally to go to college in England?”

Nico looked at her with a slight smile, his eyes somewhat wicked but honest, and then, turning her down with equal seriousness, said, “Do I look like, well, a lecherous man?”

A few million, a dream, see?

Nico never does this kind of money-losing business.

It would be a more interesting deal if a few million could trap someone for ten years, wouldn’t it?

Micaela Matamoros: “Not like that.”

Nico suddenly grabs her hand and Micaela Matamoros unconsciously shrinks back.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Nico was amused: “You hit on me so skillfully in the precincts of La familia Matamoros and now you’re shy? You don’t seem to have jumped through hoops, your hands are shaking, why the panic?”.

“Besides, I was going to give you my card.”

With those words, Nico handed her a black business card in the palm of his hand and said, “It has my contact details on it, so contact me directly when you’ve thought about it.”

Micaela Matamoros held up the black business card that seemed to glow with heat and nodded.

As she pulled her palm away from the man’s hand, the girl’s slender, soft fingers slid involuntarily over his thin, calloused palm, tickling it.

Between the lakes of Nico’s heart, it was as if a small stone had been thrown, small and tiny, but it didn’t stop her from pleasuring him.

…

It was 10 o’clock at night when Micaela Matamoros arrived home.

She did not hurry home immediately after leaving Nico’s villa at Moon Lake, but walked aimlessly for a long while.

Thinking a lot about what Nico told him today.

Nico is a bit cold-blooded, but there is no denying that Nico is right.

If he could afford to go to Oxford University, it would take three to five years, and after that, what would his plans be? What will he do after three to five years, stay in the UK and work, never return to The Matamoros family, forget his past and forget his past?

So what was all the effort he was making now?

The contacts, the resources, the money he wanted to acquire were for The Matamoros family to pay the price he deserved for his mother’s death.

For a moment, his chaotic thoughts seemed to clear again.

As soon as she arrived home, Beltran Matamoros was sitting in the living room waiting for her.

Micaela Matamoros said nothing to call him, but Beltran Matamoros, once he saw her return, stood up with a cold face and said, “Accompany me to the study.”

Micaela Matamoros followed Beltran Matamoros to the studio.

She walked behind Beltran Matamoros and looked at his back slightly hunched with age.

Sometimes she wondered if that man was, in fact, her real father.