Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela drove the car with the cold night of The Holy City outside, neon lights creeping through the windows and her eyes.

The accelerator was pushed hard and the windows opened to the cold, biting wind of the winter night, and it took those bitter winds on her neck for Micaela to have a shred of sanity.

Two years, such a deep wait.

Micaela does not consider herself worthy.

When she was sixteen, she eloped with Dario. She must have been in love with Dario then, no matter if it was a move or youthful ignorance, and Dario was then dear to her heart.

But then Dario left to study in England without a word, and at that time Micaela was also resentful, and what she thought she liked and loved was only a month’s wait given in her heart.

A month later, Dario did not return and Micaela automatically gave up on that man in her mind.

Knowing all too well how long and depressing it can be to wait for an unknown person, Micaela opted to redeem herself.

But it had only been a month since Micaela had already tasted the taste of despair.

What about Nico?

There was no deadline and no end to the wait, two full years, and what did he do with those two years.

In his diary, he has consoled himself, got his hopes up, got disappointed again, got disillusioned and got his hopes up again, but after disillusionment, comes despair.

Despair and then full of obsession, but full of obsession, it’s just the disguise of being discouraged is okay to keep giving it a try.

So many times disappointment piled upon disappointment, yet Nico remained where he was, unperturbed.

How could Micaela be indifferent.

The bitter wind blowing outside the window dried the clear tears on Micaela’s face, and it hurt as if her skin was about to crack.

When we returned to Bayshore, Micaela had a cold and a low fever and slept through the night.

The nights are filled with fragmented nightmares.

In her nightmare, Nico told her not to wait for her.

In the dream, Nico is getting married and the bride is not her.

Micaela cried for a long time in her dream and woke up with a wet face.

She took a deep breath and sat on the head of the bed with her face covered, calming down for a long time.

Dizziness and swelling of the brain.

Micaela swallowed two cold pills.

She called Nico’s number and asked in a hoarse voice: “Nico, where are you? I … can I see you now?”

Nico was silent for a moment, his voice a whisper, “I’m at my apartment on River Feast Road.”

Apartments on River Feast Road?

That was the place he gave her when Micaela met him, and that’s where Micaela stayed for about two years.

There are many fragments of their lives in that River Feast Road apartment.

Micaela remembers that she once had her first high fever on that floor because she was working as an understudy in a cold room for a scene, and it was Nico who took her to the hospital, and Nico stayed with her all night.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

I didn’t think about it at the time, but in retrospect, maybe that’s when Nico became infatuated with her, and she was the one who kept shutting everyone’s attentions like a hedgehog.

She’s so retarded.

It was her fault, she should have figured it out long ago.

Micaela sniffled and asked, “Why is he there…?”.

“I tried to find in these details a trace of your love for me, to show that you had returned now with a deliberate regard for our mutual feelings, instead of being a person who approached me when it was profitable and was willing to abandon when it wasn’t, without ravaging my world with utter disregard for my feelings.”

Micaela held her phone in one hand and covered her mouth with the other, stifling her voice to stifle her sobs.

She said she wanted to give him the feeling of being firmly chosen, to give him even love, but in the end, what has she done to give him enough to feel unsettled.

She said she would treat him as a lover who could become a marriage partner, but she turned and walked away to Hollywood, saying nothing but goodnight every night and a letter every month.

She had even accused Nico of not telling her where to go to get her to take a step toward him, but now she realized that Nico had already taken an undetermined number of steps toward her, and it was she, who had been ignoring him.

For the past six years, she worked, filmed, and constantly separated from him, each time for a year and a half, and then she was able to return to him as a matter of course, which she always thought was the way it was supposed to be.

But in retrospect, if Nico had ever been too lazy to wait for her, she would have lost him long ago.

Both are but mortal, unaccompanied by affection, sustained only by perseverance, and it takes a lot of affection to sustain them so far.

From a spectator’s point of view, Micaela’s attitude towards Nico is that of putting him in a position of backing and using; she has never, ever given him enough security.

Even though Nico complains that this love is bad, he deserves it.

Micaela’s tears, which kept rolling into her eyes, choked her throat as she said over the phone, “I’ll see you now, if it’s okay with you, okay? I’ll tell you all the answers you want and all the evidence and details you’re trying to find.”

…

Micaela drove the car up the road to the River Party.

She almost ran a red light by mistake and was stopped by the traffic police.

Micaela was in a bad mood due to a cold, and with the cold medicine she had taken, she was found guilty of driving under the influence of alcohol.

The traffic police refused to let her off and pulled her over.

Micaela is a public figure and quickly attracts passersby as she maneuvers with the traffic police on the road.

When Nico arrived, he approached Micaela through the crowd and, with a blackened face, scolded her.

“Do you have any sense? How dare you drive when you’ve taken cold medicine? You’ve done it a lot in Los Angeles, haven’t you, Micaela, and you’re the soberest and most sensible person? Where’s your sobriety and sanity now? Isn’t it exciting to take cold medicine and drive? Do you want to die?”

Nico shouted several times in a row, lecturing with a red face, forgetting even the presence of the people around him.

Micaela’s brain was already dulled and lethargic from the cold medicine she had taken, and with the messy and complicated emotions that had been triggered in her, she was unable to say a word over Nico’s lecture, and just looked at him in a daze.

Her mouth went dry as she swallowed her throat and forced the words out of her hoarse voice: “I just want to … see you soon.”

It was Nico who reacted first, as the flashing lights around them kept filming them.

Nico pulled Micaela into his arms and pressed her face to his chest, scolding the people around him who were watching, “Stop filming! That’s enough.”

Nico paid the fine and the traffic police temporarily took Micaela’s car away.

Nico dragged Micaela straight to her car.

Nico did not take her home and just drove to the hospital.

Micaela sat on the passenger side and said in a dry voice, “I’m fine, it’s just a cold, I took my cold medicine.”

Nico ignored her, his face grim to the core, and just drove to the hospital.

Micaela looked at the side of his face and said, “Can we talk?”

“Talk about what?” his voice was still cold, inaudible through joy and anger.

“Talking about what’s going on between us, I want to tell you what I think, if you’ll listen.”