Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Christmas Eve soon arrived.

Micaela, a lonely man, went to Lushui City to spend New Year’s Eve with his grandmother.

After a simple New Year’s Eve dinner, Micaela accompanied Malia Monica to sit on the couch of a lifetime to watch the show.

The New Year was cold and Micaela was not in a good mood.

Malia Monica patted her hand as she watched TV and asked, “Micaela, are you really not coming back to La familia Matamoros?”

Micaela smiled bitterly and said, “Is Grandma afraid I’ll go hungry there?”.

Malia Monica was very sorry for her granddaughter, “Yes, La familia Matamoros and Beltran Matamoros are not good for you, but if you are in La familia Matamoros, at least you won’t go hungry.”

“Grandma, I’ve said my big words, and now if I go back to La familia Matamoros with my tail between my legs, I’ll get dirty looks from Beltran Matamoros and the others.”

“But I’m still not sure you’re a girl, out there alone.”

Micaela comforted Malia Monica and leaned on Malia Monica’s shoulder and said, “Grandma, don’t worry, I’ll study hard, work hard and buy a big house for you to live in later.”

Malia Monica’s eyes curved with a smile, “Grandma only wishes you happiness and joy.”

Malia Monica sighed again at the memory of those days and patted the back of Micaela’s hand. “Micaela, Grandma doesn’t ask for anything. If she had insisted on not allowing your mother to marry Beltran Matamoros, maybe she wouldn’t have become so depressed and her breast cancer would have spread so fast, when the doctors said she could have been saved.”

Micaela did not want to irritate Malia Monica again, back then, when Rufina Quesada’s death was very directly related to Camila Linares.

Camila Linares brought Florencia under the pretext of visiting the sick Rufina Quesada, but in reality it was nothing more than a show of force.

Camila Linares’ irritation aggravated Rufina Quesada’s condition, and as a consequence of a cancer such as breast cancer, which has a lot to do with mood, depression soon set in and the cancer spread rapidly and she died.

For the rest of her life, Micaela could never forgive Beltran Matamoros and Camila Linares, and their daughter Florencia, born of her infidelity.

It would be a shame and a betrayal for the mother.

Malia Monica said uneasily, “Micaela, in the future … you must not find a man as unreliable as your father.”

“Grandma, I won’t, I won’t marry a man like Beltran Matamoros even if I don’t marry in life.”

Micaela watched the program with Malia Monica for a while longer, and soon Malia Monica got sleepy, washed up and went to bed first.

Micaela lay in the small room next to Malia Monica’s, unable to sleep as she listened to the occasional firecrackers outside.

The sound of firecrackers had been going off all night in the small town on Christmas Eve.

As soon as Micaela opened Facebook, she received a Christmas Eve gift from Pastora Apostol.

“Merry Christmas Eve, honey!”

Micaela received the gift, curved her lips and smiled, and said “Feliz Nochebuena” in return.

…

The former home of the Amengual Group.

Nico leaned back and flipped through his phone after New Year’s Eve dinner with Grandpa Valentinzi.

Almost every few minutes, a Merry Christmas Eve or a copied message popped up on Facebook.

Savanna Amengual, the boy who sat across from him, nibbled on a piece of fruit while sending him a wish, followed, of course, by the all-important words: “Brother, bring the gift money!”.

Nico’s eyes fluttered and he sent a gift of two hundred dollars.

Savanna Amengual flattened her lips, “Only two hundred dollars, you’re too stingy, brother!”.

“The maximum gift can only be two hundred.”

“You can transfer money, Rabago Rolan gave me five thousand as a New Year’s gift!”

Nico growled, “Your brother Rabago Rolan gives you face, sorry for not giving it to you.”

Savanna Amengual elbowed him in the corner of his lips, “You’re the stingiest in the whole world.”

Nico ignored his sister, a hint of annoyance on his forehead.

Half a day scrolling through unread Facebook messages and he didn’t see a single message from Micaela.

She had overpaid him for a month’s worth of dinners last time, and now she was ignoring him.

Savanna Amengual walked over and looked at his phone screen, “Bro, what are you doing, are you thinking about Micaela?”.

Nico frowned, “Why am I thinking about her?”.

Savanna Amengual: She’s sitting at home, but her soul is gone, and she’s not thinking about her.

No matter, her brother was always a hard nut to crack.

Savanna Amengual had an idea and came up with a game: “Brother, why don’t I create a group chat and put you and Micaela in it, and you give us a gift and let us take it?”.

Nico: “Savanna Amengual, are you crazy about pocket money?”

“I’m not thinking about you, it’s not like Sister Micaela is actively looking for you, so if you give her a gift money, she might not care about you. Brother, do you know what your greatest strength is?”

Nico didn’t care, but he was intrigued by Savanna Amengual, “What?”

“Money!”

“…”

Savanna Amengual, “Brother, have you heard the saying, you and I are not made, it’s all about the money spent.”

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

Did he, Nico, have to spend money to win a woman’s heart?

Wouldn’t it make him look too worthless?

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Only rich, greasy, pot-bellied, bald-headed men and landowners needed to use their money to woo women.

Can he be just like those guys?

Don’t humiliate him.

Savanna Amengual secretly dragged Micaela and Nico to a group chat.

Fearing embarrassment, Savanna Amengual dragged Rabago Rolan to the group chat as well.

Nico was preparing to go to his room to sleep with his phone when he saw the group chat group of four people.

“…” Savanna Amengual is getting really bold.

The group chat group.

Savanna Amengual @Rabago Rolan @Nico: “Merry Christmas Eve, bring on the gift money!”.

Rabago Rolan was very supportive, after all, he usually spoils Savanna Amengual, and immediately sent a New Year’s gift for everyone to take.

Nico didn’t take it, as he’s not very fond of small gifts, but he watched the screen and in the blink of an eye, Micaela had picked it up.

And sure enough, as soon as he took the gift money, he was gone.

Micaela picked up the gift money purely subconsciously when she saw it and simply clicked it. After taking the gift money, she felt it was not polite not to say anything, so she sent a message in the group, “Merry Christmas Eve.”

I took the gift money before giving my blessing.

Nico played the ghost and also sent a gift.

Savanna Amengual, Rabago Rolan and Micaela took it.

Savanna Amengual: “Brother, why are you giving only one dollar?”.

Rabago Rolan: “Mr. Nico is a little stingy and unkind.”

Micaela takes the thirty cents and says nothing.

Nico: “A dollar is not money?”

She steals the gift money from him and says nothing.

Nico was a little bored, with his two long legs propped up on the bed, folded nonchalantly, he tossed his phone aside, rested his arm on his forehead, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

But it was like a block in his mind, he couldn’t sleep.

A Facebook message buzzed.

Nico looked at it, picked up the phone and clicked on it.

It was a message from Micaela.

But before the corners of his mouth could engage, his face shadowed.

“Yesterday’s New Year’s Eve service was a little early, tomorrow’s a little crowded, and the day after tomorrow’s a little late! Christmas Eve is right on time! Haha, here’s to you! I wish you a happy family, happy Chinese New Year, prosperity and all the best!”

Nico: “…”

Please don’t send him those copy and pasted wishes to annoy him, okay?

Nico fell asleep, waking up once in the middle of the night to the sound of firecrackers from other houses in the villa area, and picked up his phone to skim through the messages.

Micaela’s message suddenly flooded him, “Mr. Nico, happy new year~”.

It was a 00:00 wish, and a separate one at that.

Nico sat with his arm propped up, holding his phone, his thin lips curved, and he suddenly didn’t feel like sleeping.

He was in a very good mood.

The long, slender finger tapped a transfer and directly transferred 10. 000.