Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

This Chinese New Year was extraordinarily boring.

Nico has never been a fan of Chinese New Year festivals, it’s strangely annoying, seven aunts and eight uncles, too lazy to get together.

Micaela has been with him for almost a year, but they’ve only met a handful of times, not too often, and it’s been over a month since they’ve seen each other.

It’s true that this woman is not clingy or annoying, but being too unclingy at times is quite annoying.

It’s like having a wolf you can’t get enough of.

Nico is somewhat unconvinced.

On the sixth day of the year, Micaela was called into town by a phone call.

It was Campoverde, Nico’s assistant: “Miss Micaela, there is an audition for the third actress, are you free tomorrow?”.

Of course Micaela was free, but hadn’t Nico said before that she wouldn’t be given resources until she was twenty-one?

But Campoverde must have been referring to Mr. Nico.

But Micaela didn’t want to ask the reason; it was good to earn money.

“I’ll be back this afternoon and I’m sure I’ll go to the audition.”

Campoverde smiled, “That’s good, good luck with Miss Micaela’s audition.”

Campoverde hung up the phone and said to the man sitting in his work chair, “Mr. Nico, Miss Micaela will be back this afternoon.”

Nico scanned the itinerary; there was a dinner in the evening.

“Postpone dinner, it’s rather boring.”

Campoverde: “… it is.”

Is dinner boring or do you want to see Miss Micaela?

Mr. Nico is really insubstantial with that mouth.

…

Micaela had an early dinner at her grandmother’s house and took the five o’clock bus back to the city.

When she arrived at the station, she was picked up by Pastora Apostol in a white Mercedes C200.

Micaela smiled as she climbed into the passenger seat, “Sister is rich, from now on you’ll have a small car to rub along with.”

“Didn’t I learn my driver’s license the summer before? My parents are afraid that I will become road kill after learning to drive all the time, so they bought me a small car, from now on Miss Micaela’s road expenses, I will pay for it.”

“That’s very kind of you, I accept it.”

Pastora Apostol started the car, “Come on, what do you want to eat? Tonight’s on me.”

Micaela raised her eyebrows, cleared her throat, sat up straight and said, “Tonight it has to be my treat.”

“You pick up money?”

Micaela’s eyes sparkled with joy. “Tomorrow I have an audition for a third female role, and if it goes well, I might get a part starting tomorrow.”

“That’s great, a third actress right off the bat, if you didn’t know better, you’d think you had some kind of golden daddy.”

“…” Well, he did … evening.

Pastora Apostol gave her a quizzical look, “You’re not doing it with that silence, are you?”

“Pastora, if I said yes, would you think that …”

Before Micaela could finish her sentence, Pastora Apostol immediately asked nosily, “Who is he, have I heard of him, is he handsome, is he a thug, is he like in the novels, where he gives you tens of millions of dollars when he’s happy?”

Micaela: “…”

Why is she so excited?

Is it her best friend?

During the hot pot, Micaela told us everything, sooner or later she was going to find out, so it was better to confess first.

I thought Pastora Apostol would get mad at her, but who knew ….

“The first time I told her, I would have popped her champagne! She’s got the face, the money and the fucking body! You’ve been blessed in three lifetimes!”

Micaela took a sip of her soda and almost choked, “….. Actually, my boss is pretty cheap.”

Pastora Apostol grabbed a skewer of lamb and viciously ripped it off, saying, “Then treat him like a free duck piao! Not a bad deal by any stretch of the imagination! Shit, when do I get to sleep with a man who is so handsome and gives it for free?”.

Micaela: “Ahem ahem.”

Her best friend … she’s really good.

Halfway through the hot pot, Pastora Apostol slapped her thigh, “Fuck, this guy looks familiar, is he a good friend of Solomon Olivo?”.

The truth is that Micaela didn’t know much about the entertainment industry, if she hadn’t been in the movies, she would be practically disconnected from the scene.

But Pastora Apostol is a gossip, and she went to journalism school at La Universidad Santa purely to prepare for her future as a paparazzo in the entertainment industry.

And she was a fan of Salomon Olivo, whom she idolized, from his debut to his rise to fame.

She has been following him for about five or six years.

Micaela doesn’t follow the stars, but Pastora Apostol has been whispering about Solomon Olivo in her ears for so long that she has grown calluses.

But … Nico and Salomon Olivo are not good friends, she really doesn’t know it.

Pastora Apostol put down the lamb skewer in her hand, wiped her hands, hugged Micaela’s waist and looked at her pitifully, “Micaela, I’m usually good to you, aren’t I?”

“Pretty … good?”

“That’s right, I’m pretty good to you, can you do me a favor?”.

Micaela had a bad feeling, “What … is it?”.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Pastora Apostol smiled, “I don’t have Solomon Olivo’s autograph so far, can you ask your gold master to get me an autograph of Solomon Olivo?”

Micaela: “… I haven’t seen Nico for years.”

Pastora Apostol’s face dropped, “You said you would be nice to people for life.”

She couldn’t stand it.

Micaela got goosebumps, “Okay, okay, I’ll try my best.”

“No, you have to do your best!”

Micaela: …

Star girls are terrible.

To make it up to Micaela, Pastora Apostol treated her to a night of doll hunting and bumper car night at the playground.

It was eleven-thirty at night when Pastora Apostol dropped her off.

Micaela was exhausted after a long day of running around, so after pressing her fingerprints on the door, she changed her shoes in the dark and ran to bed to lie down for a while.

As a result, he fell down and pressed himself against a body.

Nico: “Do you want to murder me?”

Micaela turned her head to look at him in surprise, “Jenn, Mr. Nico, what are you doing here?”.

Micaela was really surprised, who was here in someone’s bed in the middle of the night without turning on the lights and saying anything? And without saying hello beforehand.

Well, this was her house, to be precise.

Micaela was about to get up when the man violently pulled her back, the woman’s soft body, against his hard chest.

Nico caught her firmly in his arms and turned around, his large hands gripping her slender wrists to confine her beneath him, merely staring at her in the dim light.

“What took you so long to come back?”

It had been since three in the afternoon, and he had ended up waiting until this very moment, lying on the bed where he was sound asleep.

Micaela swallowed saliva, perhaps because he was too close, or because his voice was too deep and sexy when he spoke tonight, or because his cold presence had triggered her mood swings, and she was inexplicably a little upset.

“I went out to dinner with a friend.”

A dinner that went on past eleven o’clock in the morning?

“What else did you do?” asked Nico, as if to torture.

Micaela came clean: “I played with dolls and bumper cars.”

Nico frowned, “Men?”

Micaela shook her head, “A woman, my best friend.”

When Nico heard this answer, the frown between his brows loosened a little and he lowered his head, then kissed Micaela.

The kiss was deep and commanding.

Between lips and teeth, his large hand rested on the nape of her neck, gently biting her lips and asking, “That bestie of yours doesn’t know you have a golden master to serve, eh?”

“She only… just found out.”

“Then she dragged you off to play until midnight anyway, the golden master is going to be pissed, you know.”

Micaela said in her heart, “He didn’t say he was coming over tonight either, did he?

But Nico’s voice was magnetic and soft, he wasn’t angry.

Micaela’s heart beat faster because of the kiss and his words, “Will the owner be angry?

A man, damned … sexy and provocative.

Nico’s kiss, when it reached her neck, suddenly asked in a muffled voice, “Hot power for dinner?”.

Micaela’s brain momentarily went blank: “How do you know?”.

Nico: “I smelled the hot pot.”

Micaela: … So, are you still going to go …?

Are you going to take a shower first?

Micaela was a mess.