Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

On the night of Nico’s birthday, he drank a lot of wine with Matthew’s boy before heading back to Villa Luna Bay.

As the valet drove the car to the gate, he was stopped by a female figure.

The chauffeur didn’t expect a figure to suddenly emerge from the darkness, so he hurried to hit the brakes, but the high-end model had good braking performance, so he didn’t hit it.

Nico leaned back, head slightly drunk, and was about to scold the valet for not being able to drive when he looked up and saw a slender, somewhat familiar figure.

The headlights glared on the woman.

Nico had a momentary illusion.

But when you look again, it’s not.

The woman in front of the car was too far removed from the one he remembered, both in appearance and temperament.

Nico stepped hesitantly out of the car, resting a hand nonchalantly on the door, frowning at the sight of Kemena standing in front of the car and saying impatiently, “Are you trying to get in front of my car or do you want to die?”

The tone of voice is fierce.

The Holy City is slightly chilly on a March afternoon.

Kemena was standing in the spring breeze wearing only a thin knit shirt, looking at Nico with a resigned look, “Mr. Nico, I heard from my mother that today is your birthday, so I came to your house as soon as I got out of school today and waited for you. Mr. Nico, I came to celebrate your birthday.”

Kemena, with a cake in her hand, smiled again and said gently to Nico, “Mr. Nico, this is a cake I made with my own hands.”

Nico was getting more and more annoyed.

Although Micaela and Kemena were not born of the same mother, they were born of the same father.

It would have been nice if Kemena’s clinging to him had been exchanged with Micaela’s cold nature.

But Nico feels otherwise, she’s a bitch, she just likes Micaela’s nasty personality.

There are so many lovely people that Micaela’s nasty personality is a rarity.

Nico raised his eyes, although he didn’t like Kemena, but Kemena made him a cake at the door on this cold day, he didn’t bother to say anything nasty, “I don’t eat cake, come back.”

“How about making me a meal for Mr. Nico, who must not have eaten well coming home from work so late? I’ve learned a lot of dishes from the chef since I went to college, so I’ll make them for Mr. Nico…”

Nico didn’t have much patience and got bored, “You don’t understand human language or something, get out of my way and go away!”.

Kemena stood there, aggrieved by Nico, almost crying, looking at him with red eyes and saying, “Do I really dislike Mr. Nico that much? My sister left Mr. Nico to go to Hollywood …. What’s so good about Micaela? She’s just a gold digger who uses Mr. Nico and then throws him out.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Kemena’s call was completely aimed at Nico’s gun and ignited anger in his heart.

He could have thought Micaela was bad because of this and that, and he could have said that Micaela was a heartless little wolf who used him and then abandoned him.

He himself could say those things, but not others. Anyone who said it would be offending his scales.

Tonight Mateo had a few sips of wine and his words got out of hand, calling Micaela a gold digger without a conscience, and he got punched in the face by Nico, all in Mateo’s face.

Nico is a protector and never makes sense.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Even if Matthew spoke up for him and helped him spit on Micaela, that wouldn’t work.

He said it was a complaint and when people said Micaela, they were attacking her.

Nico got into the car angrily, slammed the door shut and yelled at the valet, “Drive!”.

Kemena still standing in front of the front of the car blocking the road.

Nico’s face was expressionless: “Push through, and I’ll be on the hook if you die.”

The valet honked his horn and drove past, and Kemena had to regretfully pull away.

The gates of the villa, open, and close again as the cars enter.

Kemena is isolated outside the villa gates.

Nico was a bit hot from the wine and did not rush into the house when he arrived, he sat on the patio swing with a thin white shirt and hanging.

The swing under the acacia tree, swinging and swinging, Nico leaned on the white iron-carved swing, looking at the acacia tree sprouting high above, and muttered in a lifeless voice, “If you don’t come back, I’ll dig up your tree and cook it as medicine.”

He would like to see if this broken Hop Sing can ease the pain of lovesickness.

Women are liars.

Nico’s two long legs point to the ground and he is sitting on the swing, which doesn’t match his temperament. He looks like an adult, but he sits wobbling like a lonely, arrogant child, cold and silent, but cute.

He lies on his back on the swing, looks up at the stars and squirms and spits, “L. A. is that good. Hollywood is just a shitty rural area, what’s so good about it.”

Well, now there’s not even a good night.

Nico, you’re completely out of line.

Nico leaned back on the swing in despair, thinking about that ungrateful girl and mentally cursing the hundreds of times he had neglected to wash his hair.

…

Los Angeles, set.

Micaela’s cell phone had been missing since this morning. She looked for it for half a day, but it was on set and she didn’t have time to play with it. After one scene, with her makeup still on, she looked at her watch and realized it was already past twelve o’clock in the country.

Nico’s birthday is over.

The blessing is also late.

Micaela was rummaging through her dressing room backstage in search of her phone, when Kelly unhurriedly approached her and handed her her phone, “Looking for this?”

“Where did you find it?”

Kelly kindly admitted, “I was afraid you’d be stupid and think of going back to your boyfriend’s birthday, so this morning I took the phone from your purse and kept it in the safe all day.

Micaela picked up the phone, frowning and biting her lip as she glared at her, “Kelly, you’re out of line!”

Kelly froze, not expecting Micaela to react so badly. “Hey, I’m doing it for your own good! Do you have to be so insensitive?”

Micaela left the set without removing her makeup, phone in hand.

As she rushed off the set, it was already dark, a dozen hours after Nico’s birthday, and Micaela sat on the stairs holding her phone, suddenly feeling Savanna’s helplessness.

Emotions that had been pent up for over two months burst inexplicably at this moment.

Tears, churning, welled up in her eyes.

Kelly chased after her and sighed when she saw her sitting up and unharmed, saying hatefully, “Are you crying because you feel aggrieved that I confiscated your phone?”

Micaela was not one to feel aggrieved so easily, but now, she really couldn’t handle her emotions, she buried her face in her arms and choked her voice with sobs, “I have no way to talk and communicate with you in a pleasant voice now, leave me alone.”

Kelly looked at her and laughed helplessly before stomping on her heels and sitting next to her, pulling a tissue out of her purse and handing it to her, joking, “Don’t cry, you have a scene to shoot tomorrow, how are you going to be on camera if you’re crying your eyes out? The Hollywood post won’t fix your puffy eyes and red blood.”

Micaela wanted to cry, but was denied even the right to do so.