Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Early the next morning at the breakfast table.

Micaela was about to audition for a scene on the set after breakfast, when she suddenly remembered what Pastora Apostol had asked her.

“Mr. Nico, do you know Salomon Olivo?”

Nico’s hand, holding her knife and fork, paused slightly and looked at her mischievously, “I didn’t realize you were so ambitious for a girl, eating me and thinking about Solomon Olivo?”

“…” She really didn’t know, and besides, she couldn’t eat him!

“How dare I.” Micaela smiled.

Nico: “Not daring is having the heart of a thief.”

“I don’t have the heart either.” Micaela pulls a Salomon Olivo magazine out of her purse. “My girlfriend Pastora Apostol loves Salomon Olivo and has been a fan for five or six years, I’d like her to give me an autograph.”

Micaela handed him the magazine.

Nico took it, looking contemptuously at the man on the cover, “Dressed like a man, I didn’t know he was so attractive to women, is he more handsome than me?”.

Micaela: That’s a damn forwarding question.

Micaela purses her lips into a polite but not uncomfortable smile and says nothing.

Nico frowns slightly and looks up, his tone unkind as he asks, “Asking you a question.”

“You’re both … quite handsome.” That’s the right answer, isn’t it?

Nico growled coldly, “That’s a pretty polite answer.”

Micaela rubbed her neck and said innocently, “Actually, I didn’t even get a good look at that Olive Solomon, Mr. Nico.”

Nico handed her the magazine with a grimace.

Micaela took a good look at it and said, “Ah, …, it looks like…. Pastora Apostol has a bad eye.”

Micaela looked up and asked Nico, “Mr. Nico, is this guy a good actor?”.

Micaela’s eyes were sincere, she didn’t look like she was lying, and Nico was embarrassed to embarrass his brother.

The man pursed his lips and looked serious, “Not bad, he won the Berlin Film Festival.”

Micaela looked like she was hearing about this for the first time and nodded in admiration, “No wonder, you have to be good at acting to win the Berlin one.”

Nico: “…”

Salomon fucking Olivo doesn’t look that ugly? At least he’s his brother.

Micaela hands the magazine back to Nico and winks: “Mr. Nico, get me an autograph, my best friend loves you so much she once broke her leg at the airport trying to see you in a sea of people.”

Pastora Apostol sneezes: who is cursing me.

Nico: “What’s the name of this act?”.

“Star-crossed.”

Nico: “It’s silly, Solomon Olivo is like that, he might as well chase me.”

Micaela holds her chin with one hand and smiles vividly like a star: “I’m just going to chase Mr. Nico”.

Nico: Who the fuck can stand that?

…

In the VIP booth at the bar.

Nico walks in with a magazine and sees Salomon Olivo hitting the pool with a black baseball cap.

Nico walks over, throws the magazine on the pool table and sneers, “Virtuoso, wearing a cap at night, who knows you.”

Salomon Olivo leans on his pool cue with one hand and picks up the magazine with the other: “Isn’t that me on the cover? I don’t see it, we grew up with the same pants, you don’t get married, so do you like me?”.

Nico gave her an expressionless look, “I can’t be bent for you, can I? You little fan girl, ask me the favor of asking for your autograph.”

Solomon Olivo didn’t sign, he dropped his baseball bat and poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a sip, “What little fan girl asks me for an autograph? It’s rare to see such a big face.”

The smirk on Salomon Olivo’s lips was gossipy.

“Savanna Amengual.”

Salomon Olivo wagged his finger, “No, Savanna would probably want Rabago Rolan’s autograph more than mine.”

The corners of Nico’s mouth twitched, didn’t Savanna Amengual like that old Rabago Rolan very much?

“Are you going to sign it?”

Salomon Olivo had a wicked grin on his face, “I won’t sign until you say so.”

Nico was a veteran and had no shame in admitting it, so he said without blushing, “My wife, his best friend.”

Solomon Olivo scratched his ear, “Wait, what is it, does your wife like me or does your wife’s best friend like me? Or does your wife and her best friend like me at the same time?”.

“… Nice try.” Nico rolled up the magazine and threw it hard into Solomon Olivo’s arms.

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Nico’s eyes twitched, “Are you paranoid that she’s blind and doesn’t like you when I’m such a human being?”

Solomon Olivo: “But my 100 million Twitter followers say I’m the best thing on earth.”

Nico: “It’s just that I’m not a star. If I were a star, would you still have a job to do?”.

Solomon Olivo pulls out the grease pen next to him and with a big pen stroke, signs the magazine with a dragon fly signature and tosses it into Nico’s hand. “Tell your wife thank you for liking me and I hope she continues to support me and produce better work.”

Nico: 999? Here’s a psycho.

With his autograph in hand, Nico stands up.

Salomon Olivo sees him leave and says, “Why, you take the autograph and run away, you’re a real brother.”

“Does National Husband know that when a man goes out at night, his daughter-in-law at home gets jealous?”

Mr. Solomon National Husband: “Why … are you really in love?”

Nico thin lips slightly hooked, “just picked up a new, feel good, anyway you for fans do not fall in love with the good national husband will not understand.”

“Call the fat and you’re really gasping, what are you cheating, I have a $100 million wife, right?”

Nico echoed, “Well, a hundred million wives, of which you can’t sleep with one. Dude, I’m worried about your big baby.”

Shit, this dog man is flourishing lately, what with all the environmentalist claptrap.

Solomon Olivo waved him off, goodbye, “Good luck breaking up and coming back to my arms, oh big baby.”

Nico: I’m going to throw up. Men who have been single too long really do have a brain fart.

…

Micaela had been auditioning for the film for half a day and had just arrived home for the night when she received a call from the assistant director informing her that she had passed the audition and would be ready to start shooting next month.

Although she already knew that, because of Nico, the role was more or less inside her head, the look of astonishment on the director’s face when she auditioned today was real, so it was a real joy to get the part.

Micaela sent a message to Pastora Apostol: “Honey, I got the part of the third girl in Sobre las nubes! I’ll treat you to a meal at the bottom of the sea, unlimited meat!”

Pastora Apostol: “La la la la la ~ my goddess is going to shine brightly ~ blinding you in the name of the moon ~”

Micaela put the cell phone away and entered the house with her fingerprint in a good mood.

When she went to the mudroom to change clothes, she saw the pile of unboxed Barbie dolls that Nico had bought yesterday.

Micaela looked at the stack of Barbie dolls, smiled and asked Pastora Apostol, “Do you want a Barbie?”

Pastora Apostol prettied up, “I’m a grown-up sister. If you’re going to give me Barbies, you might as well give me a limited edition lipstick.”

Well, she’ll keep one and donate the rest to the mountain children.

Micaela contacted an organization that does charity work, ordered a courier service and sent all the Barbies.

The courier had just picked up the Barbies when Nico’s call came in.

“Hello, Mr. Nico?”

Nico’s usual careless tone, “I have the autograph for you, see when you come to pick it up.”

Micaela, thinking there was no hurry, said, “Bring it to me the next time Mr. Nico comes to River Feast Road.”

Nico frowned and sounded a little angry, “You’re Mr. Gold and I’m Mr. Gold and I’ll bring you something?”

“…” a big man, why so awkward?

Micaela didn’t bother to beat around the bush for fear of upsetting his scales again. “And what does Mr. Nico want?”.

Nico, there, scratched his temple uncomfortably with his long fingers, “Come to Moon Lake now and pick him up, Savanna is coming tonight and says she wants to eat your food.”

Oh, I dare say she was asked to come cook.

Micaela asks, “So, are you paying to cook this time?”.

What a serious question.

Wasn’t it worth a trip to Moon Lake for a live person?

Nico grunts coldly and tosses out, “Depends on the mood.”

Then, on the phone, beep beep beep … Nico hangs up.

Micaela: “…”