Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Shopping at the supermarket, Nico ended up separating from Micaela.

As Nico was having a tantrum and walking fast, Micaela pushed the supermarket cart and was soon separated from him in the huge supermarket.

Micaela could not understand what he had said and how such a big man could be so angry.

What a pretentious and twisted dog of a man.

Micaela wandered into the toy section and actually wandered aimlessly around the supermarket looking for Nico.

But Nico was nowhere to be seen.

The middle-aged shopper thought Micaela wanted to buy toys: “Do you want to buy a Barbie doll for your child? This one is on sale today, the toys are 500% off 2. 000.”

Micaela looked at the exquisite and beautiful Barbie doll, something from the heart.

But there are many things she didn’t have as a child, and even if she can afford to have them when she grows up, tastes have changed.

She was standing in the Barbie section when suddenly a chest came up behind her and a deep male voice whispered in her ear, “Do you want this?”

Micaela froze and then shook her head, “It’s quite expensive and … I’m not going to play with it if I buy it at home, I’m not a three year old anymore.”

Micaela pushed the cart and said, “Come on, let’s go to the checkout.”

She pushed the cart toward the checkout area.

But when she got to the checkout area, Nico didn’t follow her.

She frowned and wanted to go back with him when, through the crowd, she saw a tall, slender figure appear from around the corner pushing a Barbie doll cart.

It was like a light that opened up her new world.

The grocery cart was full of Barbie sets, stacked in a small mountain.

Micaela stood there, completely frozen, with only Nico and the Barbie doll cart in her eyes, as if everything around her had become nothing.

Only he and the Barbie doll cart were the real thing.

She will always remember the five hundred dollar Barbie doll on the shelf when she was a little girl. Beltran Matamoros refused to buy it for her, saying it was expensive, but the next day Florence had a thousand dollar Barbie doll to show off in front of her.

At that moment, she thought, was she the one who didn’t deserve it?

Sour tears rolled inexplicably down her eyes.

Until Nico pushed the cart of Barbies in front of her, still with the same tone and careless look, “If you like her, buy her, you have your eyes fixed on her, and you still say you don’t want her, women are all like that with their mouths…”

Micaela shouted.

Suddenly she took a step forward and hugged Nico.

She buried her face in his arms.

Nico froze and was about to move to look at her when he heard the person in his arms say in a muffled voice, “Don’t look at me, let me hold you for a while.”

He was actually giving her orders.

The hands Nico had raised finally fell slowly on the back of his shoulder, caressing him gently.

Although he didn’t know why he was crying, he had a vague feeling that that Barbie doll seemed to be hiding some untold story.

Nico, tacitly, didn’t bother to inquire into the matter.

After leaving the supermarket and getting into the car, Micaela sat down in the passenger seat and suddenly said, “I … I don’t want to go home right now, okay?”

Nico raised his eyebrows, “Do you want to go to a room with the teacher?”.

Micaela: “…”

Just now, she thought he was pretty reliable, she was wrong.

Nico scoffed, but he wasn’t that much of a beast, Micaela didn’t say it, but she knew the best place to take the car now.

The Holy City river on a winter night, with the fishermen’s fires and the darkness of the river glowing with warm light.

It was a beautiful night.

Micaela leaned over the river rail and blew in the wind for a while, her voice still a little muffled. “It’s a little creepy to buy so many Barbies and leave them at home.”

Nico looked sideways at her, “Weren’t you moved to tears just now?”.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Micaela: “…”

She hadn’t, it wasn’t her, he had misinterpreted it.

But under Nico’s sunken gaze, he admitted it again.

Okay, it was her.

“I’ll keep one, the rest, I’ll donate them to the poor children in the mountains.”

It was a good idea.

Micaela: “You’re not going to empty the shelves of all the Barbies, are you?”.

Nico: “Sort of, I haven’t looked hard enough.”

Micaela: “…”

Micaela pursed the corner of her lips, “Why didn’t you ask me why I just did that?”

Nico said quietly, looking out at the river in the depth of the night with his hands in his pockets, “Everyone has a past.”

“I was like that, out of place.”

Nico had a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, a smile that always carried a touch of banditry, and his whole persona always carried a bit of unworldly gangsterism, unbearably powerful, at odds with the world around him, and when his gaze was cold, he always looked at people with a condescending look.

“He can cry, grow up.”

Micaela: “…”

A person’s instinct is to cry, to cry when they are touched, when they feel wronged.

Nico hadn’t seen her cry before, so he felt new.

“Mr. Nico, don’t you like it when girls cry?”

Nico pondered for a moment, his eyes glancing sideways at her, “No, I don’t, it’s quite annoying.”

“Then I’m not going to cry in front of Mr. Nico anymore.”

“But you cry, I like to watch.”

The man looked at the corner of her eyes and the ungainly wandering deepened, his smile brightened.

Micaela: “…”

What a gloating mentality.

Nico approached her and leaned in slightly, leaning closer, the man’s thin, calloused fingertips, brushed the faint tear marks on her face, unsure if he was joking or serious: “Cry in front of me more often in the future, maybe I’ll have a soft enough heart to not bother you so much.”

Micaela was stunned: “…”.

The man had already turned around and was walking towards the car.

Micaela froze in place, not following him.

Nico didn’t even look back, but threw out a comment, “You’re not leaving yet, you want to have a cold night, huh?”.

Micaela followed him and got into the car.

…

When we arrived at the River Party Road apartment and showered together, the cold wind outside drifted away and was replaced by warmth growing everywhere.

Micaela’s body was cold and Nico’s arms were warm, so much so that she wanted to cling to them tightly.

Micaela remembers that when she was sixteen she fell in love with a man named Dario Cepeda.

She ran away with Dario Cepeda and they lived in a small, cold rented house with no heat, where Dario Cepeda would hold her and whisper in her ear with assurance that one day he would give her the world.

But now Dario Cepeda has the world, and he has lost her.

Micaela thought at the time that men could not be trusted.

That’s how it was with Beltran Matamoros and that’s how it was with Dario Cepeda.

They didn’t love her, they only loved themselves.

Nico’s sporadic kisses, on her forehead, on the bridge of her nose, on her lips, brought her back to her thoughts.

Micaela looked at the overly handsome face before her and was slightly stunned.

Nico bit her lip punitively, causing her to frown slightly in pain, “How dare you walk around my bed.”

“I was looking at Mr. Nico so handsome that I got lost in my thoughts.”

“… Lying without blushing, who taught you that”.

Micaela childishly snuggled into his arms and rubbed her head against his. “I learned it from Mr. Nico.”

Nico looked at her in amusement, “When have I ever lied?”

“The first time on La familia Matamoros, Mr. Nico told Florencia that he had dropped out of high school because of a fight, and the second time Mr. Nico said he didn’t like strong coffee because he had bad kidneys.”

Nico pressed his forehead against hers, pressing, “Dropping out of high school is a lie, but bad kidneys are real.”

Her final note rises, clearly flirtatious.

Micaela: “Can a person with bad kidneys last more than an hour straight?”

Nico kissed her as he murmured hoarsely, “With more practice it’s like that, I really don’t blame myself.”

He looked disastrous.

Micaela: “I saw you bought a bunch of outfits.”

Nico replies, “I won’t let them collect dust here this time.

He’ll be back often.

As if, already, he’s starting to ache for tears.

Nico, he was never a considerate man who cared about a woman’s tears, ever.