Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The next morning.

Micaela’s body felt as if it had been run over by a truck and her limbs felt as if they were not her own.

Sore and aching, she wanted to greet Nico’s God for eighteen generations.

But when she woke up, she discovered that the man next to her had not gotten up and was staring at her with one hand on his head.

Micaela immediately smiled and laughed, asking him about God as she smiled sweetly, “Mr. Nico, good morning.”

Nico looked at her with a cold, sarcastic look, “I thought you were going to wake up and be surprised that the man next to you is me.”

He finished with a cold snort.

Micaela didn’t understand what he meant, but Micaela didn’t bother to delve into the meaning of his words.

Nico rolled onto his back and got out of bed.

Glancing at the woman in the bed, “You’re not up yet?”

Micaela clutched at the sheets, her watery eyes held innocence, her pretty face languid, “Mr. Nico, you’re too good, can I sleep a little longer?”

Nico hooked his thin lips and stared at her from the edge of the bed, but his eyes were cold, “do you think I felt like killing you last night?”.

Micaela didn’t think much of it, she thought it was just a flirtatious comment, but she never thought Nico really wanted to kill her last night.

Micaela gave a matching yawn, three parts fake and three parts real, a slender white arm resting on her head, looking curiously at Nico and asking, “Mr. Nico, what do you usually eat that you have so much energy?”

The man’s long fingers cupped her chin, not gently, the force of the pinch was even a little strong, leaning a little closer to her, saying, “I eat bull whip and deer antlers believe it or not, so you better behave yourself, being my wife is a very dangerous thing.”

Micaela’s big eyes smiled and narrowed into two half moons, looking innocent and flirtatious, “I just like Nico.”

Nico’s eyes sunk, his gaze dangerous and forced as he stared at her for five seconds.

Finally, Nico let go of her chin and launched, “A good talent who knows how to act, I’m not wrong.”

Micaela: …

Micaela was so tired from the previous night’s romp that she slept in bed an extra twenty minutes, which led directly to her being late for school.

Nico was sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast and drinking coffee, watching his hands and feet in a leisurely, relaxed manner.

As Nico stepped out into the courtyard and was about to start the car to leave, Micaela caught up to her with her purse in tow and without thinking opened the passenger door and climbed in.

She was about to fasten her seat belt when Nico ordered her mercilessly: “Get out”.

Micaela froze.

“Did I say I was taking you to school?”.

Micaela took a deep mental lita breath, controlled her micro-expressions and put a big fake friendly smile on her face, “Mr. Nico will take me to school on the way for the sake that I worked so hard last night, the movie and the Amengual Group are on the same road anyway, Mr. Nico will just drop me off on the main road in front of the school. Mr. Nico will drop me off on the main road in front of the school, there is no need to take me to the school specifically, so Mr. Nico won’t take half a minute.”

Nico hooked his lips and removed his seatbelt with a polite and distant smile on his face, “I, for one, am not on my way.”

Micaela: …

Did he misbehave last night?

Micaela would never know how bad and deadly it was for someone to insult indiscriminately in their sleep.

Micaela gritted her teeth loudly as she was thrown out of the car and looked at the back of Nico’s car as he sped out of the villa’s courtyard.

Nico, the man, was an abomination!

In the words of Pastora Apostol, Nico was the kind of man who would turn his back on a man with his pants down.

Micaela pulled out her cell phone and hurriedly called an express cab.

But when she arrived at the school, she was still late and was punished by the instructor with five 400-meter laps.

After the race, her little life was about to be lost.

…

Amengual Group building.

During the morning meeting, Nico always unconsciously remembered the name Micaela had dreamed the night before, Dario Cepeda.

Nico had never felt so insulted in his life.

Dario Cepeda, her ex-boyfriend?

Heh, at her young age, she even had an ex-boyfriend, it was really something.

But someone who didn’t even think about it, at eighteen he had already hit on numerous girls and received love letters for the drawer.

Campoverde noticed that Mr. Nico was out of it today, always distracted at meetings, so he leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, “Mr. Nico, would you like me to make a cup of chai and bring it over?”

Nico frowned slightly, tapped his signature pen on the meeting table and said, “No, go away.”

After the morning meeting, Nico had not long left the meeting room when Campoverde came over to report.

“Mr. Nico, a Miss Florence who calls herself Jane is at the reception desk in the company lobby and says she wants to see you and has something very important to tell you.”

Florence?

Nico’s brow furrowed, “Just tell her I’m not in the office.”

Campoverde added, “Miss Florencia says she wants to tell you something about Miss Micaela that you don’t know.”

Nico tapped the signature pen in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly, something he didn’t know about Micaela?

Bad news, by the looks of it?

“Mr. Nico, would you like to dismiss Miss Florence?”

“Tell the receptionist to let her in.”

He’d like to see what Micaela, his stepsister, would say about Micaela.

Five minutes later, Florencia was walking into the office in a pair of clicking high heels, almost in small steps, and even in her stride you could hear the excitement and leap of faith.

Nico thought it was a bit noisy.

Florence came in with a thermos in her hand and smiled sweetly at Nico, “Mr. Nico, I have prepared breakfast, would you like to try it? I know Mr. Nico is very busy and doesn’t have time for breakfast, but I learned from my mother how to make a nutritious meal that is good for the stomach.

Nico was not in the mood to serve her and asked, “Miss Florence said she wanted to talk to me about something important, what is it?”.

Florencia sat down spontaneously and automatically in the chair across from Nico, with some difficulty, her eyes pretending to blink, and stammered, “Actually … I didn’t want to tell Mr. Nico about this, I thought it would be bad for my sister if those things got out, but Mr. or Nico is also my friend, I can’t see Mr. Nico falling for the scam.”

“Oh? Would he fall for that?” Nico listened with interest.

Florencia bit her lip and asked hesitantly, “Mr. Nico, did you help my sister get into film school?”

Nico said objectively, “Your sister did very well on the exams and has an excellent profile, so it was easy for her to get into film school.”

Florencia squeezed her fingers under the table, tightly, not expecting Mr. Nico to speak so highly of Micaela.

“Mr. Nico, my sister is good looking, but my sister is a person, I guess, who sometimes doesn’t know how to carry herself?”

Nico asked, feigning curiosity, “What’s wrong with her?”.

Florencia continued, “When she was sixteen, my sister ran away with a man and lived there for six months, and my father sent people to look for her, but they didn’t find her. And she even had an abortion because of that man.”

Nico’s eyes sank, “An abortion?”.

“Yes, Mr. Nico, if you don’t believe me, ask about a man named Dario Cepeda, this man, he was studying at La Universidad Santa, and somehow my sister met him, and then this man went to England to further his studies and left my sister. ”

“Ah yes, my sister always wanted to study at Oxford so much before, surely because that Dario Cepeda was also in England.”

“How shameless, to be abandoned by a man and still want to go with him, if it were me, I wouldn’t have such thick skin to take the initiative to elope with someone. My father was so angry at the time that he was in the hospital with chest pains.”

Nico said nothing, as if he was listening to Florence or thinking about something.

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Nico asked, “Miss Florencia is there anything else?”

Florencia froze at the question, er … how did Mr. Nico react so poorly?

“Mr. Nico, do you think I’m not a good sister when I say bad things about my sister?”

Nico smiled slightly, a cool, detached smile, “Why yes, Miss Florence means well too.

Some people weren’t born to read people’s minds, like Florence.

Nico smiled at her now, and really thought he was smiling.

Florencia tickled his hair shyly around his ear and said, “Mr. Nico understands my good intentions, I was worried on the way over that Mr. Nico would misunderstand me.”

Nico punched the intercom and called Campoverde to come over.

Florencia thought that Nico had taken her words into account, and was even more reckless stabbing Micaela in the back, “Mr. Nico, my sister is not very good and her private life is a bit messy, she lived with that Dario Cepeda for six months back then, who knows what happened between them, maybe Who knows what happened with them, … or maybe…. even that.”

Speaking of that, Florencia also collaborated by ducking her head and blushing.

Nico looked exhausted and remarked nonchalantly, “Miss Florence is truly a woman of faith.

A good man and a woman of faith.

Florence smiled and said, “My parents have been very strict with me since I was little, so I dare not do anything out of line.”

“That’s right.” Nico went hoarse.

“Of course.”

Instead, Nico curved his lips at her and smiled apologetically, “But I, not being a good man, am no match for Miss Florence.”

Before Florencia knew what that meant, Campoverde had made his way over and motioned “please” to Florencia.

Campoverde spoke in a very formulaic manner, “Miss Florence, we have a liner on the Mr. Nico in ten minutes, if you have nothing else to do, I’ll take you downstairs.”

Florence stood there, not wanting to leave, but the other woman seemed not to want to keep her at all, and she could not stay.

“So, Mr. Nico, see you next time, and that breakfast, remember to eat.”

When Campoverde had dismissed Florencia and returned, Nico glanced at the thermos on the table and said to Campoverde, “Throw it away.”

“Yes, I’m going to throw it now.”

As Campoverde headed for the door with the thermos, he was stopped again by Nico, “By the way, watch someone for me.”

Dario Cepeda.

The man Micaela had eloped with when she was sixteen.

She’d like to see how good his eyes were of Micaela and if they would be rotten to nothing.

After all, he didn’t think there was any other man in the world who was in a better position than him, Nico.