Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

As Nico exited through exit T3 of the terminal and headed toward the black commercial vehicle on this side of the road, Micaela notices him at a glance in the sparse late winter traffic.

Nico is instantly recognizable because he stands out so much.

And because he’s the one she loves, he’s always the one who catches the attention of thousands of people.

Micaela thought it would really take a thousand times to mentally convince herself that she should leave that person for a while.

Micaela’s cell phone rings again and the caller says Cerro.

It’s not the first time Cerro has called Micaela privately.

It is daytime in Los Angeles and Cerro is working.

Cerro had told her on more than one occasion that Cerro’s agent at Universal Pictures Hollywood was interested in Micaela and that once Cerro was introduced, Micaela could definitely go to Hollywood.

Micaela kept saying to reconsider and wait, without giving Cerro a positive answer.

But now, she considered that she understood.

She hung up on Cerro and sent him a WhatsApp: “I can’t come to the phone right now, I’ll call you later, I’ve thought it through.”

Campoverde was preparing to get out of the car, “Mr. Nico is coming out, I’m going to help Mr. Nico with his luggage.”

Micaela turned off her phone and looked up, “I’m coming.”

Campoverde was slightly taken aback, “Okay.”

As he opened the car door, a cold winter wind from the snowy day hit his neck, stinging his skin bitterly, Micaela stood next to the car and waved to the man across the road, “Nico, here.”

Nico.

Nico had a moment of unfamiliarity, not expecting Micaela to call him that in public.

But it was a quick adjustment, followed by elation.

This time, Nico didn’t advance towards her, he just smiled and opened his arms and a big hug to Micaela across the way, his untamed smile full of tenderness and warmth.

Micaela threw herself into his arms like a little girl.

Micaela couldn’t remember the last time she had been in such a childishly eager embrace as this one.

On her shoulders, the cold snowflakes of the storm.

Instead, Micaela hugged him tightly, ignoring the deep winter cold that enveloped him, and buried herself in his arms, saying, “Nico, I’ve missed you so much.”

Nico looked down and smiled softly, his long fingers tugging her hair behind her ears in an intimate gesture as he teased her ear, “Looks like you’re getting used to being Nico’s wife.”

He had said that Nico, the word, was a name that should only be said to his future wife, other than those with blood family.

Micaela lifted her face to his chest and smiled a sweet smile at him, even her eyes seemed to sparkle with stars of happiness.

Nico kissed her on the corner of her lips in the cold, snowy night street in the dead of winter, before wrapping his slender hand in one and holding the cardboard box in the other as he walked to the car, frowning and spitting, “It’s too cold, this is getting old, better find a heated place for this kind of romance.”

Micaela followed him down the street, pursing her lips and laughing at him, “You know you’re getting old too, don’t you? I always thought you didn’t have that conscience.”

He’s not a spirited boy anymore either.

Nico was instantly infuriated, “You’re calling me old? I’m not even thirty, so I’m not old?”.

Micaela frowned and didn’t bother with the old boy.

He himself said it was a flirtation for his own amusement, and no one else could say anything about it, and Micaela was forbidden to say anything about it.

Once in the car, a hot room.

Nico stirs and presses himself against Micaela, ready to kiss her, forgetting about Campoverde in front of him.

Campoverde coughed, “Mr. Nico, it’s not Valentine’s Day, so be considerate of me, a single dog, and stop spreading dog food.”

Nico rightly said, “Aren’t you going to lift the fender a little?”

Campoverde: “…”

Micaela: “…”

Nice guy, no shame.

The moment the flap was lifted, the breath was suddenly removed from Micaela’s lips and replaced by the cold taste of mint and tobacco.

Nico smelled of smoke, and with the coldness that had not yet faded from his body when he was wrapped outside, his whole body breathed a contradictory coldness between lust and abstinence.

Unconventional and uninhibited, this was a man who would make Micaela’s heart pound at any moment.

Between lips and teeth, Micaela cupped his face, her bright eyes tinged with a dense haze, looking at him with affection and affection, “Smoking?”

After being with Micaela, Nico rarely smells like smoke.

But Micaela hasn’t asked him to stop smoking either. If you have a few hobbies in life, you’ll live a long life.

“No?”

Nico pecked her lips, his eyes dark as he looked at her, he missed her so much despite only being apart for a few days, the miss was about to spill out of his eyes and turn into a river.

It really felt pretty bad that in the future, if she shot, she would be separated for a year and a half, she wouldn’t have to want to die.

Micaela leaned back in his arms and gently shook her head, “I don’t dislike it. Just curious, why are you smoking a lot all of a sudden, did you have a problem with a business?”.

The man’s long fingers cupping his chin turned to face her, under the surplus light, and looked directly into her eyes.

His gaze was commanding, “You shouldn’t question your man’s abilities.”

“…”

So it’s not about business?

Nico was already covering Micaela’s lips again, biting her lightly and sighing tersely, “So much for thinking, I’ll have to spend the time smoking. It’s not like you forbid me to find other women.”

He said it without holding back.

Micaela stood up laughing, hugged his neck and said, “Actresses who follow Mr. Nico’s example and pursue him are really going to be disappointed.”

Nico took her hand, put it on his thin lips and kissed it, his eyes looked at her seductively and purely, “What can I do, I have taken an oath.”

“Hmm, what oath? No, Nico can you still swear?”

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The man’s deep eyes, with an unconscious depth of affection, looked at her inch by inch and said earnestly, word by word, “Swear that you are the last woman to be involved with me.”

“And if you can’t do that?”

Nico buried himself in the warmth of her neck and scoffed with a smile, “Then it’s a punishment from the court.”

The black business car drove all the way across the white road, outside the window was a continuous drift of snow, but inside, a warm room.

In the heat of the moment, Micaela nuzzled Nico’s neck, her voice soft and caring, “I have something to tell you.”

“What?” Nico was still not letting go of the kiss.

“Your mother came to see me and asked me to arrange a meal with her to ease the strained mother-son relationship.”

Nico was stunned, surprised that Carlita had gone after Micaela, then disgusted, “Next time she comes near you, ignore her. The maternal-filial bond between me and her is long gone, so any talk of forgiveness is a joke.”

“Hmm.” Micaela knew this would be Nico’s attitude and was not surprised.

Micaela lowered her eyes a little, bit her lip and added, “There’s something else I have to tell you.

Doubtful, but something that needs to be said.

Nico took her finger and put it to his lips and kissed it, enjoying the moment of relaxation and peace as he lazily replied, “Hmm?”

“Cerro had asked me before if I wanted to go to Hollywood and Universal Pictures had their eye on me.”

Micaela gave him a stunned look and said solemnly, “Nico, I want to go to America to develop.”