Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Future brother-in-law?

Lucio Rouco shifted, scrutinizing the handsome man before him, frowning, “What did you say? I didn’t hear you.

Future brother-in-law? This guy, whose future brother-in-law is he?

Lucio Rouco only has one sister, if he remembers correctly, and his father is around, so there shouldn’t be any lost illegitimate children either.

Severo Laris was extremely patient and raised his eyebrows slightly as he said, “I am your sister’s fiance, Severo Laris. ”

Severo Laris… Severo Laris…

Lucio Rouco suddenly remembered the name of the man who caused Paula Rouco’s abortion seven years ago. Seven years ago, Paula Rouco had a miscarriage, and this guy was responsible!

Lucio Rouco’s eyes instantly grew cold as he stared at Severo Laris: “You’re the bastard who abandoned my sister and made her miscarry seven years ago?”

The atmosphere, full of smoke and war, Lucio Rouco’s eyes, could kill.

Lucio Rouco grabbed Severo Laris by the collar of his shirt and the two came face to face.

Severo Laris swept his gaze around in a nonchalant manner and warned, “There are too many people here and fights can be annoying, I know this club has a practice room upstairs, go there and I can let you have a good fight.”

Tauro was surprised that people were still beating up on his doorstep these days….

Lucio Rouco was also a bit surprised, not expecting the man to have a sense of commitment, and he tossed the necklace to Severo Laris with a ruthless look, saying, “Trust you!”

Lucio Rouco led them out of the billiard room and toward the door.

Severo Laris hooked his thin lips, sharpened his fingers and slowly straightened the collar of his shirt.

And then he turned and followed Lucio Rouco and together they walked out of the billiard room.

Salvino hurried to follow him, “Boss, did you really let that kid bully you?”.

Severo Laris’ eyes flickered slightly and he said quietly, “If taking a loss and getting beaten up is all it takes to enlist the people closest to the lady, why not?”

That’s earned.

Salvino: old and crafty.

When we arrived at the practice room, Severo Laris had just entered when Lucio Rouco turned around and punched him violently in the face.

The teenager rushed in and his punches were so hard that Severo Laris had a little blood gushing from the corner of his lips.

Lucio Rouco gritted his teeth and said, “Get away from my sister!”.

Severo Laris raised his hand, his fingers wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said firmly, word for word, “She’ll die if I leave her.”

“Boom!”

Another fist smashed into Severo Laris’ face.

Lucio Rouco almost gritted his teeth: “Don’t do it, you fucking narcissist! Who do you think you are? My sister is unlucky to have met you.”

Severo Laris said calmly, “Indeed, it was her bad luck that found me, but it was my luck.”

A blow, a blow, another blow.

Severo Laris never fought back.

Lucio Rouco cursed, “Why didn’t you defend yourself, trying to play the poor man in front of my sister?”

Severo Laris said, “Enough fighting, we can talk.”

“Talk about what?”

“Talk about my past with your sister, everything you don’t know.”

“…” fuck.

This guy, who doesn’t understand human language, is tired of living.

Lucio Rouco punched again.

A trickle of blood emerged from the corner of Severo Laris’ mouth, but he didn’t care, and just wiped it nonchalantly with his fingertips.

In the end, Lucio Rouco played until his hands grew tired and his temper was a little restless.

“What exactly do you want?”

Severo Laris tugged at the corner of his bloody mouth and said, “Tell me what your sister eats and does at home and what state she’s in.”

“Who the fuck am I to tell you?”

Severo Laris smiled slightly, unhurriedly, and said, “By virtue of the fact that I am your future brother-in-law.”

“…”

What the fuck!

…

Lucio Rouco returned home and shook his fist that had hit Severo Laris countless times.

Can’t the guy feel the pain? He’s a little sore from all those blows.

Lean on.

And a real weirdo.

He should have known that the man his sister fell in love with, that weirdo, could be anything but normal.

Lucio Rouco thought about it and threw a few more punches.

Paula Rouco is sitting on the couch in the downstairs living room, watching TV.

Lucio Rouco glances at the TV, it’s a Teletubbies cartoon.

She looked at the pendulum of the European clock hanging on the wall, it was 1 a. m. and she was sitting in the living room watching the Teletubbies instead of sleeping….

“Sister, are you all right?”

Paula Rouco’s gaze went straight to the television, not listening to him.

Lucio Rouco approached her and shouted, “Sister!”.

Paula Rouco’s body shuddered slightly and she looked back, her whole body slightly tired, “You just came back.”

Lucio Rouco said, “Yes, tonight I met a strange man who wanted me to beat him up and wouldn’t let me go until I did, he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted, it was horrible.”

Paula Rouco looked at the Teletubbies on TV and said absentmindedly, “You got into a fight with someone again.”

“It’s not that I wanted to fight, it’s that the other one didn’t want to die and blocked me and insisted that I hit him.”

“Who is that cheapskate.” Paula Rouco was still watching television.

The corners of Lucio Rouco’s mouth twitched and he really wanted to say: your husband.

Lucio Rouco’s eyes darkened for a moment as he thought about what Severo Laris had said to him, and he walked over to Paula Rouco, snatched the remote control from her with his split hand and simply turned it off.

“Stop watching, go to bed, it’s late, girls tend to get old when they stay up late, don’t you know that?”

“I can’t sleep.” Paula Rouco sat on the sofa and looked at her brother across from her.

Lucio Rouco sighed and, instead of handing her back the remote control, said, “You have to sleep even if you can’t, how do you know you can’t sleep until you try?”

Paula Rouco, dejected and in low spirits, gets up from the sofa and heads listlessly towards the stairs, putting on her slippers.

Lucio Rouco looked at her lonely back and suddenly called out to her solemnly, “Sister.”

Paula Rouco turned her head to look at him, “What’s the matter?”

He pursed his thin lips and looked at her, speaking to her in a serious tone for the first time, “Whatever happens, don’t forget that you still have me, Papa, Mama and Grandpa. We are your closest relatives, and no matter what problems you encounter that you can’t solve, we will help you.”

Paula Rouco froze, then laughed and said, “What’s wrong with you, did you get into a fight and get your brains knocked out?”

“…,” Lucio Rouco’s mouth twitched.

“I’m serious, I’m your own brother, if anyone dares to bully you, I’ll definitely help you beat him to death!”

Paula Rouco scratched the back of her neck and said, “Well, I’m going to bed in my room, so you’ll be going to bed early too.”

“Good night, sister.”

“Well, good night.”

…

Lucio Rouco was still feeling puzzled as he thought about what had happened tonight at the club as he lay in bed after his shower.

Lucio Rouco grabbed the card and looked at the name on it, feeling increasingly strange.

But looking at the card with a look of added ferocity, he threatened himself, “Severo Laris, if you can’t cure my sister, I will cut you to pieces and throw you into the sea to feed to the sharks!”

…

Paula Rouco has insomnia.

You take out your phone and start recording videos again, talking to yourself.

And while the video was being recorded, a Facebook message popped up.

Working hard to earn money for Lita: “Sleeping?”

Trying to earn money to feed Lita: “I’m downstairs from your house.”

Paula Rouco turns off the camera and unconsciously gets out of bed, walks over to the window in her slippers, draws the curtains a little and peeks out into the night.

Under the glare of the silver moon and orange streetlights, a long, erect male figure leans against the side of a black Maybach, just off the patio of her house.

“…”

Did he stay up in the middle of the night and come to work as a car model in front of her yard?

Paula Rouco didn’t want to be disturbed and went back to bed, curling up under the covers and trying to fall asleep.

But now, she was even less sleepy.

In her mind, everything revolved around Severo Laris, standing by the car, waiting for her.

Paula Rouco grabbed her phone, looked at her Facebook chat screen with him, and after a while, she snapped back, “What are you doing looking for me in the middle of the night?”

“I wanted to meet you.” Very cheeky.

If other men had said those things late at night, it would have been foul play.

But Severo Laris says this kind of thing as if it were flirting, extraordinarily belligerent.

Paula Rouco replied, “I’m sleepy, I’m sleeping.”

The other party did not respond again.

Paula Rouco tossed and turned in bed for who knows how long, got up on her bare feet, walked over to the window, pulled the curtains slightly aside and saw that the man downstairs had not yet left.

At his feet, there are many scarlet cigarette butts.

Paula Rouco grabs the curtain and squeezes.

I thought we agreed not to smoke last time, so why are we doing it again?

Eyebrows, slightly furrowed.

Paula Rouco really doesn’t want to go downstairs.

But he was still standing downstairs and it seemed like an eyesore to her.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

…

As Severo Laris finished a cigarette, and his leather shoes twisted the butt off the floor, he looked up to see a slender figure appearing through the black embossed iron gates.

It’s like an elf falling in the night.

The gloom under Severo Laris’ eyes, momentarily dispersed, and his thin lips, with a slight curve.

The small figure opened the door and stepped out of the courtyard.

She approached him, looked at him indifferently and said, “Now that you’ve seen it, you can go.”

The curve of Severo Laris’ mouth deepens, his forehead tinges with warmth and his eyes fill with affection as he reaches for her arm and takes her in his arms.

“Give me a hug.”

“…”

Paula Rouco was wearing flat shoes and, at 6’2″, she was tall for a girl, but now that she was in his arms like this, she looked a little petite.

He could distinctly smell the tobacco tainted by her body.

She frowned slightly and said, “You’re smoking again.”

“Well, it was a lonely wait for you, and I couldn’t resist for a moment, so I smoked a few.”

He didn’t deny it, leaned toward her, the lump in his throat pressed against his forehead, his vocal cords vibrating slightly as he spoke, his voice magnetic.

“… I didn’t ask you to wait for me.”

“Well, I’m willing.” Very spoiled.

Paula Rouco reached up and pushed him away slightly, looking at him with eyes that showed the signs of a punch in the face.

“Did you get into another fight?”

“Hmm.”

Paula Rouco asks, “Is this time with the older ones or the younger ones?”

“Stepchildren.” Severo Laris had a smile tinged under his eyes.

Paula Rouco: “Another one of those who don’t know how to defend themselves?”

“Well, because it’s important to respect the elders and the young.”

“…” is a joke that is not funny at all.

Paula Rouco looked at the bruises and bruises on his handsome face and unconsciously reached out, touching them.

Severo Laris caught the fleeting concern in her eyes.

Let me touch him.

Paula Rouco’s lily-white fingers squeezed the wound tightly and blurted out the words, “It hurts so much.”

Severo Laris looked at her with a smile, “lita, it hurts so much.”

“So you came to me to show the bruises on your face?”

“It’s for you to pity me.” The man looked deeply at her, and there was a palpable slyness in his gaze.