Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

A girl from the street?

Micaela hooked her lips, “In Mr. Nico’s heart, I’m not much nobler than a street girl, am I?”

Nico’s jaw crumbled and he gritted his teeth, his face grim.

Micaela is not afraid to provoke him, she said, “Since in Mr. Nico’s heart, I am of the same status as a street girl, then how I see myself, it seems that it has nothing to do with Mr. Nico, we agreed before, not to interfere with each other … ”

Before she could finish the sentence, Nico had already opened the car door and pulled her arm tightly, “Get in.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t have time to serve today…”

Before the words could fall out, Micaela’s whole body was already pushed by him into the car.

In the back seat of the car, there was a pair of dark, watery eyes watching Micaela with interest.

Micaela clenched her fists and cursed in her heart, “Damn it, Nico is sick, he already has a mistress and wants to bring her along!

Wasn’t she afraid that her little sister would get jealous and angry?

The black Bentley was speeding down the road and she could tell that Nico was in a very bad mood.

Savanna Amengual was complaining with her little mouth, “Brother, are you driving so fast, are you in a hurry to go to your other life?”.

Brother?

laughed Micaela, was role-playing in fashion now?

It was no wonder Nico rarely sought her out, lovers were getting better and better these days.

Nico gave Savanna Amengual a grim reply, “I haven’t lived long enough to be reincarnated.”

Savanna Amengual: “Then slow down, I’m afraid.”

At that, Nico did slow down a bit, and although the car was still going fast, it wasn’t as scary.

Micaela looked at her: “Is this little sister Nico’s latest favorite?

Micaela wanted to ask the girl next to her how much Nico used to pay her to get rid of her.

But it seemed too mean of her to ask, after all, this kind of thing is dishonorable.

Instead of taking Micaela back to his bachelor pad on River Party Road, Nico took her straight to the Moon Lake villa.

Micaela disliked the idea of taking two lovers back: how big is this man’s heart?

The idea of a threesome was chilling.

As soon as she got out of the car, Savanna Amengual ran out of the car. Nico followed his sister with Savanna Amengual’s school bag, scowling and telling her, “All you do is play, take your school bag.”

Nico threw the backpack at Savanna Amengual, unceremoniously.

Savanna Amengual smiled, “No, you don’t know how to show mercy. You take it if you want.”

Micaela walked behind her, falling into disbelief.

Nico had no inhibitions, not even the flowers of his country.

This kid, he was still in high school, wasn’t he?

When they walked in, Savanna Amengual dropped her backpack on the floor and ran to the couch to lie down big and turn on the TV.

Nico looked uncomfortable and threw his backpack on the couch, politely, “Do my homework for me!”.

“What a rage, you’ve picked up dynamite today!”.

Savanna Amengual grabbed her bag and ran off to her study to do her homework.

Nico, the older brother who was both big brother and half-father, was a powerful figure in Savanna Amengual’s eyes, since her parents had died early.

After all, Savanna Amengual had to ask him for money, and if he did, he was always inferior.

Savanna Amengual sighed as she slumped her small shoulders, she was a poor cabbage living off the eyes of others.

When Savanna Amengual had gone to the studio, Micaela asked, “What did Mr. Nico bring me here for?

You don’t want to have a threesome, do you?

Nico’s face is cold, he raises an eyebrow and says, “Aunt Eugenio isn’t working today and there’s no one to make dinner, so you’ll stay and help make dinner.”

Make dinner, he gladly did.

But …

Micaela held out her hand, “Make dinner, ten by ten.”

The corner of Nico’s eye twitched, “…”

Are her hands studded with diamonds, ten thousand for making dinner?

Micaela saw his silence and raised a delicate eyebrow, “If that’s too expensive, then I’m sorry.”

Micaela turned around and was about to leave when Nico grabbed her hand, pulled a bank card out of his wallet and put it in her hand. “Dinner this month is on you.”

Micaela looked at the card and raised her eyebrows even higher in disbelief, “When did Mr. Nico become so generous?”

At first, he was very stingy.

“Mr. Nico can think straight, thirty days a month, ten thousand a day, that’s three hundred thousand, it’s not a small …”

Before the words were out of his mouth, Nico had already spoken, “So many words, are you going to do it or not?”

“Do it!” Not doing it is for idiots, for dogs.

Micaela doesn’t do business that takes advantage of people, after all, making money is a long-term path. “Since Mr. Nico is so fast, then I will also give Mr. Nico a 20% discount, two hundred and forty thousand for one month, I’m not greedy, and I won’t let Mr. Nico lose money.”

“…”

Two hundred and forty thousand euros for a fucking month of dinner, a Michelin chef doesn’t even make as much as she does per hour, and she says she’s not greedy.

That’s great.

Micaela asks, “Does Mr. Nico have any dietary restrictions?”.

Savanna Amengual doesn’t eat cilantro, and Nico says, “No cilantro, my sister doesn’t either.”

Micaela froze and then let out a laugh, letting herself get carried away with the role-playing.

“What are you laughing at?”

Micaela shook her head, “I think Mr. Nico knows how to play.”

Nico: “…”

What with what.

Soon Micaela went to the neighborhood to buy groceries and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

Nico was upstairs in his study working and Savanna Amengual, who was doing homework in the downstairs study, came running into the kitchen looking for something to eat.

“Pretty sister, is there anything good to eat? I’m hungry.”

Micaela looked at the large plastic grocery bag on the floor and said, “There’s fruit and bread in there.”

Savanna Amengual found a few mangosteens to eat outside and washed down a plate of strawberries to eat.

Savanna Amengual leaned over the kitchen table, eating the fruit while looking at Micaela a couple of times, and asked, “Pretty sister, what is your relationship with my brother?”

Micaela’s hand paused slightly as she washed the dishes and pondered, “He pays and I sleep with him? ”

Savanna Amengual: “…”

Why her brother is so open!

Now that Savanna Amengual had come clean about it, Micaela couldn’t resist asking, “How old are you?”

“I’m sixteen, but that’s the real age.”

Oh, so the real age is only fifteen.

Tsk, so young, and Nico can even say it with his mouth without being too harsh.

“Pretty sister, how long have you been with my brother?”

“About half a year.”

Savanna Amengual frowned, thoughtful, as she hadn’t seen her brother bring any outside women into the house.

Micaela asked, “By the way, how much does Nico usually pay you?”

Savanna Amengual said with a small smile on her face, “Well… he only gives me a few thousand a month and he says I’m greedier with money. This old man is very stingy.”

So much so that he has to count on Brother Rabago Rolan to take care of things!

“…”

Really Micaela didn’t think this little sister was even more pathetic than her, at least Nico had given her hundreds of thousands of dollars before and after, and the house in the bachelor pad on River Feast Road even gave her free housing, and most importantly, they had signed an agreement that when Micaela turned twenty-one, Nico was going to promote her.

So it looks like this little sister … is suffering too much for following Nico.

“You’re pathetic.”

Savanna Amengual nodded her head, “Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry too.”

Savanna Amengual plucked a piece of toast from her hand and said fiercely, “Is he my real brother or not? The old man gives me $3. 000 a month to live on, so cheap, he deserves not to find a wife.”

Micaela: …????

“You say Nico is your real brother?”

Savanna Amengual: “Although I feel he’s my fake brother.”

Micaela: …

What the hell, he’s a real real brother.

That makes sense, three thousand dollars a month for a high school student to live on is a lot.

Micaela reassured her, “Then it’s not bad that your brother gives you to live on, when I was in high school, my family gave me five hundred yuan to live on, and I had to save for three meals a day.”

“Sister, you are too poor, my brother doesn’t restrict my food or drink, he just doesn’t give me money to go out and have fun. If it were about food, he wouldn’t scold me even if I ate more than ten thousand dollars a month.”

Micaela envied her a little, “Then your brother is very good to you.”

Savanna Amengual asks, “Sister, why don’t you fall in love with my brother, my brother is a little older and stingy with money, but he must be okay as a boyfriend?”

Micaela: “Because I’m only interested in your brother’s money, not in your brother’s person.”

Savanna Amengual: …

Is your brother so bad? So poor that nobody wants him directly?

The brother is a failure as a human being too…. He still has a lot of suitors at school!

…

Dinner, three people at the same table.

Nico is very picky and chooses all the dishes.

Micaela follows the instructions and is especially kind in the face: “I’ll do better tomorrow”.

She gets paid to do things, is good-natured and does whatever it takes to make it better.

That’s how she sees money.

Savanna Amengual has eaten a lot of clams, which are a little spicy, and she wants something cold, so she asks Nico, “Brother, Micaela, would you like something to drink?”

Nico doesn’t drink.

Micaela nods and says yes.

Savanna Amengual brings two bottles of drink and they both gulp most of it down without looking at them.

They didn’t feel anything at first, but by the time they finished eating, Micaela was clearing the table and felt dizzy, as if she had been drinking.

Savanna Amengual was already lying on the couch, dripping and drunk.

Micaela glanced at the bottle of booze, ten percent alcohol, fruit wine.

She had no capacity for alcohol, and this ten percent was enough for her.

Micaela touched her forehead and felt the blood rush to her head, her face reddened.

No, she had to go home and get some sleep.

Micaela finished clearing the table and picked up her purse, intending to leave, when Nico called out to her, “Who gave you permission to leave?”

“I’ve finished making dinner.”

“Micaela, do you think it’s that easy to get 240. 000 a month?”

Micaela frowned, “What else do you want to do?”.

“Make … ai.”

Nico looked down at her small face tinged with a scarlet hue as he lifted her onto his shoulders and headed upstairs.

Micaela kicked him breathlessly, “Nico, you took advantage of someone.”

“You take my money, you work, you know the woman?”

Micaela threw herself on the big, fluffy bed, her head was dizzy, she tilted her head and buried it in the pillow, her eyes closed in resignation, “Don’t be a bully.”

“So what if you are?”

Nico ducked his head and pressed his lips against her soft, red lips, which felt good to the touch.

Perhaps drunkenness is the best way to rip the mask off a person’s disguise, and tears ran down the corners of Micaela’s eyes as she reached up and grabbed the fabric of Nico’s shirt by the chest, her fingers so hard they turned white.

Nico looked down and kissed the small brown tear under his eye, a precious tear.

I’ve heard old men say that women with tear stains can’t be desired because they have a bitter destiny.

Nico stared at her and asked in a muffled voice, “Why are you crying?”

It was not the first time he had done so, and it was too late to feel aggrieved with him.

“You have all bullied me…” he whimpered and blurted out again, “One day I will make you all kneel before me and weep in repentance. If you bully me, I will tell you all to bully me.”

There was a touch of hatred in those words, but also some childishness in her.

Nico pulled away from her and dropped down to lie beside her, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she cried.

So pitiful.

So she could cry too.

He had thought this woman wouldn’t cry at all, let alone show weakness.

Now she looked like a girl under nineteen.

Nico remembered then that she was only three years older than Savanna Amengual.

He had even forgotten that she was a girl.

The man’s calloused fingers wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and he said softly, “If you behave yourself, I can spoil you and not let anyone bully you.”

It was as if he was talking to her, but it was also as if he was muttering to himself.

Half-drunk, half-dreaming, Micaela pushed his hand away, spitting bitterness and scolding him, “It’s none of your business if I trample on myself, do you think you haven’t trampled on me? If it weren’t for an eccentric father, who would want to trample on himself…”

Beltran Matamoros, is he really that eccentric?

But come to think of it, she had been kicked out of the house.

Micaela curled up and hugged herself, whining, “I wanted my grandmother to stay and live with me, but I found out that I don’t even have a house of my own … I only like money, is it wrong for me to like money? Money to cure my grandmother, money to buy a house and give my grandmother a good life, money to give me the opportunity to finish with the Matamoros family … Nobody has the right to humiliate me, you are full of people who don’t know they are hungry! I need money, lots of money… When I have a lot of money, I’ll tell them to bully me! I’ll make you get down on your knees and call your father!”

“Is that how you like money?” Nico looked deep into his sleeping face.

That night, Nico’s heart inexplicably thumped, as if it ached a little.

Only later did he learn that when he began to feel pain and pity for a woman, that was the beginning of love.