Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela peeled a large pomegranate, most of which Nico ate.

Nico thought, “This pomegranate thing, I’ll have to eat it more often.

What I never used to eat is now an instant hit.

Nico enjoys enslaving Micaela.

So, in the evening, with gauze around her eyes and a pale face, Nico ordered, “I need a bath.”

Micaela looked at his posture and said, “Can I help you to the shower and have you wash yourself, can you call me when you are done?”.

Nico replied coldly, “If I fall in the bath and become crippled, are you responsible for the rest of my life?”

Micaela helped him with his pajamas as he held on to speak in his tone, “If you want, I can take care of it. If I were your wife, what am I going to be an actress for, it would be more appropriate for me to sit on a mountain of gold and silver.”

Nico held back the smile on his thin lips, blind but speaking with the same indignity, “Didn’t I see that you were quite ambitious, wanting to climb up to Mrs. Ji’s position at a young age?”

“How can you carry yourself without some ambition.” threw in Micaela with nonchalance.

Nico thought to himself, “Go ahead and crawl, I’ll give it to you when you get there.

Micaela removed his pajamas and then helped him into the bathroom, telling him, “This side is the shower, so you can take off your clothes and wash right away, and you can call me if you have any other problems.”

As he spoke, Micaela turned to leave and Nico grabbed her hand, not letting go.

Micaela turned her head to look at him, “Hmm? What’s wrong?”.

Nico dragged her violently towards the shower and pressed her against the wall, his voice low and magnetic in her ear, “Why go to all this trouble, or is it that you really want to be responsible for the rest of my life so badly? Hmm?”

“…”

“Help me undress.”

The man took her small hand and placed it on the belt around his waist.

The consequence of washing together … is that it doesn’t stop even after two hours of grinding in the bathroom.

Nico is blind in the eyes, but not in the heart, and he does certain things just as well.

Micaela had been crushed by him for so long that she was on the verge of collapse, as if she was the one who was sick and hurt, not him.

…

Nico called Campoverde and asked him to check the surveillance on the block side of the building to discover the perpetrators.

Nico asked him, “Who have you offended?”.

Micaela is blunt: “If a verbal dispute counts as an offense, then I’ve offended quite a few people.”

Nico hooked his lips and hummed, mockingly, “No wonder you want to come and hug my leg, so many enemies, you’re quite the troublemaker out there, eh?”.

The corner of Micaela’s mouth twitched, “Still … good.”

“Florencia?” said Nico, knowing that Micaela was on bad terms with the people of La familia Matamoros.

Micaela analyzed, “She has no reason to do this, I don’t hate her a day or two, and she hates me, not a day or two, and lately I have not been close to the people of La familia Matamoros, Florencia would not come to this for no reason if she hates me. ”

Nico caught her meaning, “Tell me, who do you think it was?”.

Micaela glanced at him, wanting to say something.

Nico reached out and pinched her earlobe so hard it hurt, “Don’t play games with me like that, if you don’t want to be out of bed tomorrow, you’ll tell me who you offended out there.”

“…”

“Speak.” Nico frowned, his tone colder.

“… It should be Estefani Esquilin.”

Micaela wasn’t ashamed to say it, only that Estefani Esquilin had been with Nico after all, and it seemed odd to her to rat Estefani Esquilin out in front of Nico like that.

Besides, Estefani Esquilin’s relationship with Nico is very delicate.

Nico was not surprised that Micaela’s thoughts coincided with his own, and he also suspected Estefani Esquilin, who was the most suspicious at this juncture.

Since Nico said nothing, Micaela thought he didn’t believe her and explained, “Mr. Nico must have angered Estefani Esquilin by giving me the role of corpse-whispering heroine; she wouldn’t dare provoke Mr. Nico, but she might take it out on me.”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Just like that, of course Nico understood, he was more concerned about something else, “What did you just gobble up?”.

“I just felt that … Estefani Esquilin did Mr. Nico a disservice and Mr. Nico still let her stay in the entertainment industry, so I guess I … I was fond of her, so I felt that by suing her in front of Mr. Nico, it seemed like he was jealous.”

Micaela speaks, as always, frankly, and rarely supports me.

But Nico, listening to this one, heard something else, raised his eyebrows and asked incredulously, “Jealousy is bad?”

“?” Micaela was confused for a moment by the saltiness of his words, so she said, half seriously, half jokingly, “Of course it’s bad to be jealous; jealousy disfigures people.”

Nico’s large hand sank between her thick, soft hair and his handsome face came up, seemingly mocking and seemingly serious, “Then you’ll be ugly and look cute.”

That said, he quickly released her, threw back the blankets and went to sleep.

Micaela froze, a little confused as she watched him sleep with a hand on the back of his neck.

Had she misunderstood something?

“Mr. Nico, I’m not jealous.”

Nico made a face of circumstance again, “Well, I know, you’re just jealous of her.”

“…” He really didn’t mistake Estefani Esquilin for jealousy or envy, he was just making a reasonable assumption.

Micaela leaned back and looked at him, “Mister Nico, Estefani Esquilin…”

Before she could say anything, Nico had already picked her up in his arms and held her, the man’s frown showed slight impatience as he merely said without comment, “Estefani Esquilin will take care of it.”

“… hmm.”

Micaela is a man of peace, always, “Mister Nico, if one day I do something bad to you too, could you not take me to my death?”

“… If you know, why did you do something bad to me?” Nico felt slightly annoyed, was she bent on doing something bad to him?

“… I’m just taking precautions in advance, after all I’m human and I make mistakes too.”

Nico frowned, displeased, “You can make any mistake you want, but don’t be like Estefani Esquilin. ”

“What about murder and fire?”

“…” hisses, is this woman so eager to break the law?

Nico wanted to curse, but in the end it was a cold, hard voice that pitched, “Don’t do anything that touches my bottom line, and even if you kill and burn the place down, I’ll find a way to fish you out.”

Micaela smiled and snuggled into his arms, not realizing that Mr. Nico was so affectionate.

But Nico pressed a cold warning to her ear, “Micaela, don’t ever touch my bottom in your life again, and I won’t let a woman live who follows me and follows in my shoes.”

“… But Estefani Esquilin is still alive.” Micaela said unconsciously.

Nico’s brow furrowed further and he threw out in a sullen voice, “She is she, you are you, just because she can live doesn’t mean you can.

Oh, after all, she’s not spoiled and you don’t want to spare her.

Nico squeezed her shoulders and said, word for word, “So you better watch out, I won’t let you live if you dare to be as reckless as Estefani Esquilin. ”

Micaela dares not ask any more questions, but she never thinks deeply about the fact that only people who don’t care can seem so insignificant after being green.

Simply because, if you don’t like it, you don’t care.

Micaela, for her part, is mindful that this consortium abhors being cuckolded to the core.

…

The Holy City is approaching the most sultry August, and at the end of July, on the 30th, Florence received a postcard and a letter from Cambridgeshire, England, in the green tin mailbox in front of The Matamoros Family.

Sender: Dario Cepeda.

To the attention of Micaela Matamoros.

Florencia opened the envelope, read the whole letter and raised her lips in triumph; it turned out that her sister had been in contact with this Dario Cepeda.

Bringing Mr. Nico.

When Florencia arrived at the Amengual Group, she waited for Nico for a full hour.

When he came out of the conference room, surrounded by the higher-ups, Florencia could not contain her excitement and trotted over to him.

“Mr. Nico, I want to talk to you.”

Nico’s eyes are cold, and the only thing he tolerates about Florencia is that she is the daughter of Camila Linares, who, though annoying, saved his life and is his benefactor.

This is the only reason for Florencia’s indulgence.

But Florencia wants to let loose again and Nico won’t allow it.

“What’s wrong?” He had little patience, lifted his wrist and checked the time twice in the intervening seconds.

Florencia bites her lip and is secretly thrilled at the thought that she is about to reveal her good sister’s true character, and that Mr. Nico might leave Micaela because of it.

“Mr. Nico, I miss my sister quite a bit since she moved away from La familia Matamoros, Mr. Nico, I know you and my sister often see each other, can you talk my sister into coming home to see my dad from time to time?”

He said it with such frankness that Nico snorted with derision, “The Matamoros family would look favorably on you visiting her more often…”.

“Of course. Oh yes, Mr. Nico, my sister has a letter from England, sent home, could Mr. Nico please pass it on to my sister.”

Florence handed the letter to Nico.

When she opened the letter, she was very careful not to tear it and, after reading it, she reattached the opening of the envelope without any problem.

Nico took the letter, a cold edge in his eyes as his gaze fell on the sender’s name.

Letter from Dario Cepeda.