Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The fastest way to kill time is to play cards.

In the blink of an eye, it was just after 4:00 in the afternoon.

Nico’s phone lit up halfway through and someone sent him a WhatsApp.

Matthew, sitting next to him, curiously scanned her face and saw that the owner of the WhatsApp was named Micaela and had a flirtatious look on her face, “Micaela? Micaela! Everybody tell me who this Micaela is! Is she a man or a woman or not a man or a woman?”

Nico kicked Matthew again, “How dare you get distracted when you’ve lost so much, you want to go out naked tonight!”

Matthew slammed his cards on the table, “I’m not spending time with you old men tonight, I’m going home for New Year’s Eve dinner.

Adam also dropped his cards on the table and said, “Why don’t we finish up? I’m taking Paulita to New Year’s Eve dinner with our old man tonight, and I’m taking Paulita to shoot fireworks.”

Nico looks at Rabago.

Rabago immediately waved his hand, “Don’t look at me, I’m not available either, I have something to do later.”

“A bunch of dog men, what do we need them for!”

Mateo smiled vaguely and bumped his shoulder against Nico’s, “No Nico, do you still want to fuck me, does Micaela know about this fetish of yours?”.

“Get out of here!”

Nico kicked him in the buttocks, but Mateo ran fast with his coat and jacket and missed.

Only when all the guys had left did Nico open his phone and leisurely check his WhatsApp messages.

Micaela: “I want to see the Acacia and I don’t know if Mr. Nico is available.”

See the Acacia trees?

Oh, only his crumbling tree that can soothe love is still planted in his yard.

Nico didn’t want to come back and kept playing in Lan Kwai Fong.

Like a rebellious teenage boy.

Maybe because Lan Kwai Fong was so crowded, Nico had fun and before he knew it, it was 10 o’clock at night.

It’s ten o’clock and already time for New Year’s Eve dinner.

That’s when Nico slung his coat over his shoulder and slung it towards Lan Kwai Fong’s subway garage.

By ten o’clock, Micaela should have already left, even if she had been waiting for him at Villa Luna Bay in the first place.

Nico doesn’t feel bad at all, now he wants to let her loose as much as he can, to let her feel what one stand-up after another is like.

As the silver Bugatti pulled up to the entrance of Moon Bay Villa, Nico at first thought he was hallucinating and made a point of shaking the villa’s iron gate with the headlights, and there really was a woman sitting in the driveway, and beautifully stunning.

Crap. Two years abroad and you’ve gotten so much better at waiting for rabbits.

Nico got out of the car and stood by the door, holding the roof of the car with one hand and joking in a light tone, “I thought it was because God saw I was too lonely and gave me a gorgeous ghost to spend Christmas Eve with, but it’s Miss Micaela, sitting in front of my house like a model…”

Micaela shuddered at the headlights and subconsciously reached out to cover her eyes, she sat there a little too long and when she stood up, her legs were numb and she lost consciousness, looking at him across the car and the bright headlights, she smiled and said submissively, “From the looks of it, it’s not Mr. Nico’s female that’s disappointed…”

“That’s right, pretty female ghosts are very exciting. ”

“Then it looks like I shouldn’t have dressed up so nicely tonight, I should have dressed up as a female ghost.”

Nico deliberately disliked her, and she continued to be unbothered and unruffled, good-naturedly, Nico grew increasingly angry and said, “I don’t have time for nonsense with you, step aside, I’m coming in.”

Instead of stopping him, Micaela stepped aside and allowed Nico to drive the car.

Only, as soon as Nico got out of the car, he saw that Micaela had entered the courtyard uninvited and was standing right under the acacia tree.

“Who let you in here?” Nico stood with his hands tucked into his hips, frowning from a short distance away.

Micaela turned her head to look at him, and in the evening her skin was so white, so luminous, the constant Los Angeles sun hadn’t even tanned it.

“Mr. Nico just told me to get out of the way, he didn’t say not to let me in, I thought Mr. Nico was giving me tacit permission to come in.”

“…” is clever and eloquent.

Nico ignores her and walks towards the villa, Micaela follows silently.

Walking behind him, watching him without saying a word, thus watching his back, as if for the first time, ever, she made him wait.

The one who stops where he is and waits is always him.

Now Micaela has also realized that following someone and merely watching his back and not being able to get close to give him a hug can make him uncontrollably sad.

How hard it must have been for him to go through that again, so many times before.

No wonder she left him, no wonder she came back to him, and smugly assumed he was her deepest love of a thousand years.

But repeating the same mistake over and over again, lighting a fire, putting it out, putting it out again, putting it out again in the dark, slowly consuming his enthusiasm and all his expectations, all those expectations slowly turning into withdrawal and boldness, being as indifferent as possible to her, because you never know when she will leave again, or for how long, or if there is an end to it.

But Micaela couldn’t resist the selfishness of asking him to wait for her before he left.

Come to think of it, it turns out she was really confused.

The one who never mixes is Nico.

She was the one who said she would spend Christmas Eve with him, and she was the one who missed the appointment.

Nico is always the one who gets angry and won’t heal, and the one who is always clamoring to leave but never does.

She, on the other hand, was much more ruthless than he was.

Nico stood at the door ready to open it, not noticing the hot, deep gaze behind him, and as soon as the door opened, he was about to turn to see what she intended when there was a sudden squeeze behind him.

Micaela came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

She buried her face in his back and said, with a single earnest, heartfelt word, “Nico, Merry Christmas Eve. ”

Nico stiffened and stood there, speechless for a moment, and forgot to pull his hand away from her, allowing her to embrace him.

I can’t tell you how I feel.

Micaela took a deep breath, pressed against his back and began slowly, “I’m sorry I kept you waiting again. I know you don’t want to talk to me right now, and I have a habit of being cold when I’m sad, so you can ignore me, but let me stay by your side, okay? Until you want to talk to me.”

Nico prepared to pull her bound hand away in a deadlock around her waist, but she lifted it and then dropped it.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I only heard her say in a slightly muffled voice as she hugged his waist from behind, “I’m sorry I made you feel bad for this love.”

Her cry of apology after apology hit his, Nico’s, heart shuddering.

He hadn’t expected Micaela, proud as she was, to one day hug him around the waist and tell him, one after another, that she was sorry and that it was his fault.

The light under Nico’s eyes was hidden and deep, until Micaela said, “Psychology says that the people we deliberately avoid are often the ones we care about, unconsciously avoiding them because they’re nervous, feigning indifference because they’re afraid of being hurt. So you can keep ignoring me, keep ignoring me, and I’ll take it to mean that you care about me and like me, and I’ll come back deeper and deeper to you, starting right now this very second.”

Nico pulled Micaela’s arm and slammed her against the door, not giving her a moment to think, breath and passionate kisses, already overflowing.

The kiss was hot and painful as breaths intertwined messily.

It was a cold, thin late winter night, but Micaela was sweating lightly from the kiss.

Nico’s eyes, bright and deep, cold enough to freeze her, but hot enough to burn her.

Micaela wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, tangling deeper with him.

Nico pushed her through the door, his hard teeth leaving a trail of blood on her soft lips in a kiss that felt like he was going to suck – her – in.

Deep retribution and punishment.

Micaela didn’t resist, but did so with great relish.

Nico threw her down on the couch and didn’t give her a second to react before his tall body pressed against her, the restlessness that could no longer be contained, two years of mutual seduction of each other’s bodies, rather like a tidal wave returning to shore, finding the deepest, most passionate sense of belonging and security in this second, with the pain of that bite.