Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

New Year’s Eve, late nights, and strenuous exercise … caused Micaela to fall asleep on the first day of the New Year.

When I woke up, it was ten o’clock in the morning.

Micaela has always been an early riser, disciplined, and doesn’t go to bed until almost noon very often.

As she stood up in fright, the naked man next to her pushed her back.

Nico’s voice took on the sound of an unconscious Micaela, “Sleep some more.”

“No, I have too much to do.”

Micaela let go of his hand, got up and dressed quickly and went to the balcony to tend to her pile of plants, prepare breakfast and clean up.

Micaela hasn’t lived in this house for a long time because of the shooting, and she just came back in the last two days, after being dragged around by Pastora Apostol for a few days, doing nothing for hygiene.

Nico, who was lying on his back and still sleeping, heard the noise of the vacuum cleaner.

Shit, all he said was a bunch of stuff, and that was cleaning?

Nico picked up a pillow and put it over his head, “Shit, I better clean up after myself…”

Micaela had been working for ten minutes when the door opened at the entrance.

Micaela was surprised: what burglar would pick a lock in broad daylight like that?

Micaela holds the vacuum cleaner and looks at the door as she calls out to Nico, who is sleeping in the bedroom, “Nico, get up, it looks like the house has been burglarized.”

Click.

The door opened.

Malia Monica, carrying two large bags of vegetables, stood in the hallway, moving freely to change her shoes. “Micaela, is it really safe for you to have a combination lock on this door like this? If people knew your code, wouldn’t they be able to get in?”.

Micaela: “…”

“Grandma, grandma, what … has brought you here all of a sudden?”

Malia Monica froze and looked at her with a frown, “Didn’t you ask me to come on New Year’s Day? Did you tell me to come on New Year’s Day? I’m in good health, I don’t need you to pick me up in town, I came alone in the bus and brought you lots of food.”

Micaela reaches out her hand and pats him on the head: who remembers what she said on the National Holiday!

Malia Monica had just entered the house after changing her slippers and carrying the groceries when Micaela was horrified to see a naked man lying in the bedroom!

But when Micaela tried to close the bedroom door, Nico was already rubbing his eyes and walking out of the bedroom, barefoot.

Half asleep, half awake, the man pressed himself against Micaela’s back and hugged her from behind, pressing his chin against Micaela’s shoulder, “Do you feel sorry for your boyfriend? He worked all night yesterday, and now this vacuum cleaner makes your boyfriend’s brain explode.”

Micaela looked at Malia Monica and her face went rigid: “…”

“…”

Malia Monica looked at the man behind Micaela, who was only wearing black boxer shorts, and she also froze, dropping the two big bags of food she was holding on the floor.

Nico follows with his eyes closed and touches her waist with an unruly hand, which Micaela hurriedly pushes away from him.

“I’m only on my first day as your boyfriend and I’m not even allowed to touch him?”

The corners of Micaela’s mouth twitched and her throat went dry. “Jenn, Mr. Nico, go back to your bedroom and get dressed first…”

Nico frowned, impatiently, “What are you wearing, you’ll have to take it off later.”

He planned to spend the day at home and play sports with Micaela.

Having been empty for most of the previous year, the penis was suffocating.

Micaela’s dry reminder, “Nico, Mr. Nico … Yo, my grandmother is here…”

“…”

Nico was silent for a moment, then his eyes snapped open and he too froze as he looked at the kind-eyed old man standing not far away.

Even someone like Nico, who has a face thick enough to build a bulletproof vest, felt embarrassed at that moment, “Ahem.”

Nico scratched his scalp and turned back to the bedroom, “I’m going to get dressed.”

The bedroom door was closed and the world, silent.

Malia Monica stood in shock for a while and didn’t react.

Micaela hurriedly put down the vacuum cleaner and went over to carry the dishes, “Grandma, I’ll do it.”

Malia Monica felt only a vague dizziness in her head, hand on her forehead, breathless, “Micaela, that man now, who is he?”

Micaela hurriedly poured a glass of warm white water for Malia Monica and put it in her hand, pulling her grandmother to sit on the sofa to relax. “Grandma, take a sip of water first and then we’ll talk.”

“First explain who she is.”

“…” Micaela swallowed, “Is he… is he my boyfriend?”

“Is he or isn’t he?” asked Malia Monica anxiously.

Micaela nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Malia Monica was dry and anxious, grabbing Micaela’s hand and scolding Micaela for being confused, “Oh I’m furious! Even if he is your boyfriend, you are still young, how can you, how can you live with him…”

Malia Monica pouted, “And, how could he … go out like that?”.

Well, Nico came out wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.

Micaela is thankful that Nico is not naked, which is a very high probability.

When Nico is at home, well … he wears … it’s pretty pristine and original.

Micaela reached out and smoothed Malia Monica’s back, “Grandma, take it easy, have some water.”

Malia Monica: “I can’t wait for you! Living with your boyfriend at a young age … Is he a reliable man?”

The appearance is unreliable and insecure.

It was the first time Micaela was so alarmed and had the feeling of being caught in the act.

The grandmother simply caught her off guard.

However, the incident with Nico the night before was not something she had expected, and she had not expected to become Nico’s girlfriend in the first place.

A man’s calculation is not as good as God’s.

Micaela chooses the lita strap, picks out the vegetables and shoves a handful into Malia Monica’s hand, “Grandma, get the vegetables, it’s going to be too late to make lunch.”

Malia Monica: “…”

What’s the point of picking vegetables this time of year?

Nico washed up, put on a formal suit, shirt and pants, and stood in front of Malia Monica.

The old man looked left and right, nodded his head and commented objectively, “Well, he looks a lot more reliable than he did a moment ago.”

“…” When has he ever been unreliable?

But Nico was Nico after all, an expert at making the field his own on ground that is not home, and with a pure and friendly smile, the man greeted Malia Monica: “Hello grandma, I’m Micaela’s escort, Nico. ”

Malia Monica asked curiously, “Nico, how do you spell the name?”

Malia Monica has a small notebook with her, full of phone numbers and things to remember about which bus to take to go where, so Malia Monica pulls out the notebook and hands Nico an old cap, pushing the old glasses on the bridge of her nose up to her eyes, “You write the names and I’ll look it up.”

Micaela looks at Nico and Micaela, fearing Nico would be angry, says, “Grandma, are you going through people’s accounts?”

Nico doesn’t seem like the kind of person who can make peace with old people, and a lot of people in Nico’s position don’t care to talk much about an old man with no social standing who is inconsequential.

Malia Monica glared at Micaela, “You’re in a relationship with someone and I, as a grandmother, have to verify their identity?”

Nico stood next to Malia Monica, curving her lips into a slight smile, reaching for the birks and the small, worn notepad in Malia Monica’s hand and raising an eyebrow, “Grandma was right.”

Michaela: “…”

She was quite patient with the old man, as she usually isn’t.

Nico writes his name in a small notebook and hands it to Malia Monica to read.

Malia Monica looked at it and it dawned on her, “Oh, so it’s this Kee, I thought it was the quarter of the season that last name. There aren’t many people with this last name Kee, I haven’t seen many.”

And with a patient nod, Nico replied to Malia Monica, “There aren’t many people in life with the last name Kee.”

Because of Nico’s attitude, Malia Monica’s impression of Nico was instantly much better, not as outrageous and meaningless as at first.

After watching her for a long time, she became more and more fond of Nico and patted him on the back, saying with a smile, “Nico, your character is much better than my Micaela. In the future, you should ask her to change her character. Young people with hard tempers tend to offend people on the outside.”

Nico smiled reluctantly and bumped his shoulder against Micaela’s, “You heard what grandma said, change your character and be nice to me.”

Micaela petrified: “…”

Micaela, alone and cooking in the open kitchen, looked towards the living room table.

Nico had a deck of cards in his hand and was doing a simple magic trick, asking Malia Monica to guess what suit the next poker would be, and Malia Monica was so dumbfounded she couldn’t stop laughing.

Micaela feels like a stranger as she watches the soup boiling in the pot.

When the food was ready, Micaela took it to the table and dropped a stiff, “Put the cards away, it’s time to eat.”

Malia Monica smiled and said to Nico, “Nico, you can teach me how to play later, after dinner, I haven’t seen it yet.”

“Okay, Grandma, let’s eat first.”

Malia Monica interjected, “Hey, okay, eat first, eat.”

Micaela chewed her vegetables and looked at the two men, feeling the atmosphere was strange.

She’s Grandma’s real granddaughter, isn’t she?

How to make Nico look like Grandma’s own grandchild.

At the table, Malia Monica handed Nico a grilled chicken wing, “Nico, how old are you?”

Nico bit into his chicken wing, lingering for a moment, before smiling perfectly and replying, “Twenty-three, three years older than Micaela. ”

Micaela took a sip of soup and almost choked, “Cough cough…”

Nico reached out and patted her on the back, “What’s the hurry to eat, who’s taking it away from you?”

Micaela covered her mouth, her little face turning red.

Twenty-three years old, how did she manage to say it without blushing?

Doesn’t it hurt your conscience if you cheat on the elderly?

But Malia Monica’s face is cheerful and happy as she continues to ask, “Three years older is fine, three years older is fine, a little older than Micaela will hurt, three years older … is fine. More age wouldn’t do. If you’re twenty-six or seven, with our Micaela, you’re too old.”

“…” Fuck, good thing he was prudent and didn’t tell the truth.

A twenty-seven year old man, doesn’t he smell good?

Malia Monica asked again, “Twenty-three, so Nico, are you still studying?”.

Nico is calm: “I just graduated, but I have a secure job and can afford to support Micaela. ”

“What is it for?”

Nico: “Civil servant, working for a central company.”

The iron rice bowl is the most desirable thing in the eyes of the elderly.

Micaela choked again, “cough cough cough …”

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Malia Monica frowned at Micaela, “Micaela, why are you always choking today, can’t you eat properly anymore?”

“Grandma, my throat doesn’t feel good today.”

Micaela looked at Nico with a dry smile and a sharp look: why are you so good at showing off and talking so grandiloquently?

Malia Monica keeps checking her account, “Central company jobs are good, stable, with good benefits, I heard it’s hard to get into the civil service, Nico, you’re great!”

Malia Monica gives Nico two thumbs up.

Nico smiled, “Grandma is very complimentary.”

Micaela looked at the fake smile on his face and ground her teeth.

Nico looked at her and gave her a piece of Ribs, put his arm around her shoulder and patted her, “Eat well and don’t choke again.”

Micaela: “…”

Malia Monica looked at Nico and the more she looked at him, the more she couldn’t stop smiling and complimenting him, “Nico is so nice and caring.”

The smile on Malia Monica’s lips reached almost to the corners of her eyes.

Micaela felt screwed: meeting her parents on the first day of a relationship was a roller coaster.