Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

When Nico finished showering and came out of the bathroom, Micaela was awake and waiting for him.

Nico walked over to her and tried to hug her when Micaela reached down and started to remove her pajamas.

Nico frowned and snapped his hand, “What are you doing?”

Micaela asked suspiciously, “Isn’t that what you wanted to do when you let me spend the night at your place?”.

Nico’s mood suddenly faded and he dropped his hand, his dark eyes full of disgust.

Did she like him that much?

“Out.” Nico let out a snap in a clear, cold voice.

Micaela froze in confusion, “Mr. Nico?”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Go away, didn’t you hear me?”

When someone moncler outlet online stands up, there is no ambiguity.

Micaela had to get out of bed, put on her slippers and roll out.

As she made her way to the door, Nico shouted grumpily, “Close the door!”.

Micaela obeyed and closed the door behind her.

She stood in the doorway thinking about it for a while, unable to figure out what had pissed Nico off.

Did she spoil his fun by being too forward?

Does he like passive girls?

The more you think about it, the more it becomes bullshit.

Savanna Amengual went outside to get a drink of water, saw Micaela standing in Nico’s bedroom doorway, and asked curiously, “Miss Micaela, what are you doing standing in my brother’s doorway?”

Micaela, slightly embarrassed, let out a dry laugh and pointed to the door, “Thrown out by your brother…”.

Savanna Amengual almost choked on her saliva, “Ahem, ahem, my brother has grown up, to be so ungentlemanly as to throw a beautiful woman out of the bedroom.”

Micaela rubbed her neck, but thought nothing of it, and said, “I’ll go downstairs and sleep on the sofa.”

“There are other rooms, how uncomfortable it is to sleep on the sofa.”

Micaela didn’t want to bother, the other rooms would have to be fixed, so she said, “No, I’ll stay downstairs for the night, I’m a little hungry now, I’ll go downstairs and fix a snack.”

Savanna Amengual’s eyes lit up when she heard a snack, “Miss Micaela, I’m with you, I’m hungry too.”

The kitchen fridge was well stocked with ingredients and Micaela prepared a sukiyaki.

“I’m so guilty of eating sukiyaki in the middle of the night!” said Savanna Amengual, her little mouth sucking on the delicious noodles with kimchi.

Micaela laughed, “You don’t gain weight with an occasional meal.”

“That’s what I thought.” Savanna Amengual stuffed another cheesy rice cake into her mouth and ate it with gusto.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Nico tosses and turns, sleepless.

Shit, did he really go out when he was told to?

Nico lifted the covers, his spleen reddening and his bare feet on the floor, and opened the door to see.

As soon as they reached the railing of the second floor hallway, they saw Micaela and Savanna Amengual happily eating a snack at the table downstairs, toasting with a cold Coke.

Nico: “…”

Nico felt inexplicably uncomfortable that Micaela wasn’t sitting there crying her eyes out.

He eats a midnight snack and engorges her.

…

After Micaela and Savanna Amengual ate sukiyaki, Savanna Amengual found a blanket for Micaela.

After washing up, Micaela slept under a blanket directly on the sofa downstairs.

I have to say that this sofa from Nico’s is not too hard to sleep on, it’s quite comfortable too, so I guess it’s a fully imported and custom-made high-end series sofa.

It was the first time she spent the night at Nico’s; before that, if Nico had been looking for her, she would have gone to the apartment on River Feast Road to look for her.

In unfamiliar surroundings, she more or less loses sleep.

Micaela picked up her phone and flipped through it, inadvertently logging on to Facebook.

Late at night, people are prone to being sentimental, always thinking about the past and people they shouldn’t remember.

Something like first love is like a glass of the past soaked in plum wine, heady and nostalgic.

When I was sixteen, I didn’t use Facebook much. Dario Cepeda didn’t like using Facebook, saying it was a pain to send a file and that Facebook was much more extensive.

So Micaela and Dario Cepeda have been using Facebook to send messages.

It is evening in the countryside, and at this time of year, it would be afternoon in England.

Dario Cepeda’s Facebook avatar is grayed out and he is not online, or perhaps it is a Facebook he has not used for a long time.

Micaela ghostly entered his space.

Dario Cepeda’s space is clean, with only a few sayings, still pasted a few years ago.

There is an entry about her.

It is a photo of her and Dario Cepeda together, with a brief but striking text showing their relationship.

It said, “Girlfriend.”

They were both young, Micaela wasn’t even of age, and their love was so arrogant and high profile that they feared the world wouldn’t know about their relationship.

At sixteen, she innocently asked Dario Cepeda, “Will we get married later?”

Dario Cepeda said, “Yes, when you are of age, we will get a license.”

But Micaela was not yet of age when they separated.

The arrogant and reckless love of youth really ends up being cannon fodder, not even the dregs are left.

Dario Cepeda is brilliant but domineering, a bad student but proud of his heart.

But Micaela loves his nobility and arrogance.

They share a shack of less than forty square feet, with a bed, a kitchen, pots and pans, and a bathroom, all cramped together.

But then Dario Cepeda told her that one day he would give her the whole world to sparkle and shine. A soft king-size bed, a big open kitchen for easy cooking, a big bathtub for two people to bathe in … all would be available.

Dario Cepeda’s skills and talent, which she never questioned and knew would come later, were all there.

But Micaela, at that moment, had no idea that all of this would come later, but that the girl next to him would not necessarily be her.

Micaela grabbed her phone and turned her face towards the pillow, tears, uncontrollable, slipping from the corners of her eyes.

In the middle of the night, Nico, unable to sleep, comes downstairs and sees Micaela lying on the couch.

Nico sighed, a little helplessly, and went over to her, lifting her up.

Micaela was so deep in sleep that the phone she was holding fell to the floor as Nico picked her up in his arms.

Nico looked down, set her back down on the couch, picked up the phone from the floor and looked at it.

He wasn’t curious, but simply … wanted to check if he, the consortium, had turned green.

Nico grabbed Micaela’s finger and unlocked the phone’s fingerprint.

As soon as it opened, it stayed on the Facebook space page.

Dario Cepeda’s space.

Nico’s face instantly darkened.

Dario Cepeda doesn’t have many comments, and you don’t have to search through them to see pictures of Dario Cepeda and Micaela together.

This Dario Cepeda is quite the hunk.

Nico grimaced and deleted Dario Cepeda’s Facebook, from Micaela’s list.

Then he dropped Micaela’s phone on the couch.

Nico looked at Micaela with cold eyes, suddenly not wanting to take her to her bedroom to sleep.

A woman with the heart of a wolf and the lungs of a dog doesn’t deserve tender treatment.

Micaela’s leg peeked out from under the blanket and Nico kicked it, returning her foot to the blanket.

And then Nico went upstairs with a calm, unperturbed face.

As she slept, Micaela always had the feeling that someone had kicked her in a bad way, but she was too sleepy and would roll over and go back to sleep.

…

The next morning, Savanna Amengual went to school early, asked Nico for breakfast money and nimbly ran off with her backpack.

By nine in the morning, Micaela had prepared a hearty breakfast.

Nico grabbed a folder from the study and went downstairs, leaving it on the table to prepare his meal.

All the while, Nico didn’t say a word to Micaela, ignoring her.

When Micaela looks down to eat her breakfast, she glimpses the documented contract Nico has placed on the dining room table.

Part A: Amengual Group.

Part B: Matamoros Group.

The Matamoros family is a furniture business, not too big and not too small, but for someone like Nico, The Matamoros family is a small business to support his family.

“Mr. Nico, are you giving the business to La familia Matamoros?” asked Micaela bluntly and bluntly.

As she asked this, her gaze went straight to Nico.

Nico didn’t even look up, eating with his usual nonchalance, ignoring her.

Micaela clenched her fist, she had always had a furious resentment towards The Matamoros family, especially after yesterday Beltran Matamoros extorted her with five million dollars to break off their relationship, then she hated The Matamoros family even more to the bone.

Micaela’s anger made her lose her poise and composure.

She reached out her hand to take the contract and look at it, but Nico grabbed her wrist, “What are you doing?”.

“Mr. Nico, why are you giving business to La familia Matamoros?”

Nico looked mockingly into slightly red eyes, “What, do you want to take care of my business too?”.

Micaela swallowed and took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t dare, nor do I have the right, but Mr. Nico wants to work with the Matamoros Group, and I don’t like the look of it.”

“Because you hate La familia Matamoros?”

“Yes, I hate La familia Matamoros, I hate everyone in La familia Matamoros. Mr. Nico can do whatever he wants with me, I can accept it, but, I can’t accept that Mr. Nico gives favors to La familia Matamoros. ”

“Can I do whatever I want with you?” The smile on Nico’s lips was a little thin.

Micaela’s fingers tightened the buttons of his shirt and undid them one by one. “I know what Mr. Nico wants, as long as Mr. Nico doesn’t give business to La familia Matamoros, Mr. Nico can do what he wants with me.”

Nico’s dark eyes were heavy as he stared at her, squeezing her wrist tighter and tighter, almost crushing her thin, bony wrist.

The way she was flippant and didn’t take her body seriously at all inexplicably infuriated him.

Nico pulled her arm forcefully away from him, eyes cold to the core, “Micaela, find out who you are!”.