Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

After the summer vacation, Micaela, with Nico’s intercession and help, went to film school and enrolled in the acting program quite successfully.

Many of the biggest and top stars in today’s entertainment industry have come out of film schools.

Although not as famous as Oxford University, film school is still one of the best schools in the world.

Those who make it into film are at the top of the class in terms of academic ability and appearance, at worst.

Micaela was admitted to film school with the top three cultural scores on her exams.

Micaela’s looks were so attractive that she attracted many stares and admirers as soon as she entered the school.

Micaela’s best friend was Pastora Apostol, who was very happy about Micaela’s admission to film school.

Pastora Apostol took her exams at the journalism department of Universidad Santa, which is right across the street from the film school.

Universidad Santa has a slogan: “If you are looking for a girlfriend, go to La Ciudad Santa Film School, you will find a beautiful girl with long legs, big breasts and a pretty face.”

The news that Micaela had entered the cinema somehow reached the ears of The Matamoros family.

After the first day of military training, La familia Matamoros caught up with Micaela at the school entrance.

Beltran Matamoros frowned and asked her, “Are you going to the movies with the intention of becoming a playwright afterward?”

On his face was a look of contempt.

Micaela removed her military training cap from her head, neither annoyed nor angry, her face immutable, “If I remember correctly, it’s been a month since we broke off our father-daughter relationship, so it’s none of Master Jane’s business what college I go to or what I’m going to do in the future, is it?”

Beltran Matamoros’ face turned red with anger, “You … are an ungrateful daughter!”.

Micaela ruffled the long hair that had escaped her ears and said, “It’s not honorable to block the school entrance and curse people, and I heard the word ‘ungrateful daughter’ a long time ago.”

“You still know it’s dishonorable!”

Micaela paid no attention to him. Shortly thereafter, a black Bentley slowly approached the school entrance.

It stopped in front of Micaela.

The license plate was prominent, four nines. The license plate belonged to the Amengual Group.

A well-dressed businessman in a black suit got out of the car, walked around the front, opened the back door and respectfully said to Micaela, “Miss Micaela, please get in.”

Beltran Matamoros’ frown deepened, “What are you doing with the people from the Amengual Group? …”

Beltran Matamoros was about to step forward to pull Micaela when Campoverde had stepped in front of Beltran Matamoros with an official face, “Mr. Beltran, Miss Micaela is a friend of our Mr. Nico. ”

Micaela climbed into the car and slammed the door shut.

The car door insulated Beltran Matamoros’ smelly face.

…

The black Bentley rolled smoothly down the road.

Micaela asked, “Campoverde, Mr. Nico wanted to see me?”

Campoverde said, “I don’t know, but Miss Micaela will find out when she sees Mr. Nico later.”

The journey, apprehensive.

Arriving at the Moon Lake villa, Micaela had just entered the house and was about to change her shoes when Nico suddenly appeared behind her and spoke loudly, startling her.

“Military training?” Nico frowned slightly.

Micaela was wearing her military training uniform and hadn’t had time to change, she nodded, “Basically, all universities have military training for half a month.”

Nico pulled back as he made his way to the couch, “Don’t give me a tan, I don’t like dark skinned women.”

Hard to watch.

Micaela: …

So cheeky?

Micaela unconsciously looked at her reflection in the nearby floor-to-ceiling window and thought, “Even if she was tanned to wheat, there’s no way she’d be associated with the word ugly.”C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Nico took a key from the little table and handed it to her, saying, “This is a bachelor pad on River Feast Road, near the movie theater, you can stay there.”

Micaela was slightly stunned, not taking the key.

Nico raised his eyebrows and said, “It’s not a gift, you’ll have to pay me back with interest. I’m giving you this apartment because I don’t want us to see each other every day, I want us to have space for each other so our relationship feels fresh.”

Nico meant that he didn’t want her to come to his villa every day.

Micaela didn’t want to see him every day either, after all, she was a little afraid to see him every day.

Micaela took the keys and smiled at him, “Thank you Mr. Nico.”

Nico looked at her, feeling more and more the hypocrisy of her smile.

The man reached up and pinched her face, “Why don’t you stop smiling?”.

Micaela’s smile froze as he squeezed her face, and she looked silly.

Nico nodded in satisfaction, “She looks much more sincere that way.”

Micaela: …

Blame it on her insincere looks!

As Nico walked past her, she sniffed the back of her neck and frowned, “It’s going to stink.”

Micaela wiped the sweat from her neck, how could it not stink in the middle of summer military training.

“I’m going to shower.”

After showering, Micaela put on a conservative women’s nightgown, she didn’t want Nico to be beastly.

Her first time, she was drugged and unconscious, but she could feel how strong Nico was.

If she had been sober … Micaela’s legs were wobbly just thinking about it.

After Micaela fixed herself, she saw the door to the studio half open and Nico working.

Micaela still hadn’t eaten dinner and leaned over the door to ask Nico, “Mr. Nico, have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

Nico put that down and worked for a few minutes, noticing that there was no echo at the door.

He turned his head to look at the study door and Micaela was gone.

When he came downstairs, he saw Micaela cooking in the kitchen.

Nico’s fridge was well stocked with everything, fresh steaks, eggs and vegetables.

Micaela cooks casually and everything is a decent meal.

After her mother’s death, she has always been self-sufficient, Camila Linares did not treat her well and sometimes, when Beltran Matamoros was away on business, Micaela did not eat with Camila Linares mother and daughter, but cooked for herself.

Therefore, her cooking, which is not bad, barely reaches an 80.

It wasn’t until … Nico cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth, chewing, frowning slightly and saying critically, “It’s getting old.”

Micaela tasted it herself, seventy percent of the meat was rare, she ate it rare, and the juices were thick.

A man, really picky.

But Micaela said good-naturedly, “Then I’ll try to fry it tender next time.”

Serving the master well is a technical task.

It was a hot summer day and she had just finished her military training, so Micaela didn’t have much of an appetite and ate very slowly.

When Nico had almost finished eating, he wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up, walked past her and said lightly, “Eat more, or I won’t be responsible if you pass out later.”

The corner of Micaela’s mouth twitched: …

She forked a piece of steak with her fork and popped it into her mouth.

Micaela’s eyes caught the sight of Nico’s empty plate and she licked her lips.

He said the steak was old and he had eaten it all.

Micaela cleared the table, washed up, watched Nico working again in the study and went to the bedroom.

Perhaps she was too tired from the day of military training, so she lay down on the fluffy bed, not caring whose house or bed it was, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Nico worked in the study until eleven o’clock before returning to the bedroom, where he saw Micaela lying on the bed, already asleep.

The man reached over with his long legs and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to tousle the woman’s soft, thick hair.

In her sleep, Micaela felt someone caressing her, reached up and took her hand in his, murmuring, “Dario Cepeda.”

Nico’s face sank.

The woman lay on her bed, calling other men by their names.

Tonight had been fierce enough for Nico.

Micaela felt like she was going to die several times.