Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

A masquerade ball was held at Ten Mile Court over the weekend.

Among the robes and shadows, there were men and women in masks of every color, bent on finding a partner for the ball.

More than a masked ball, it’s a great social bonding, or a dance to meet and mingle.

Paula Rouco drew a crowd as she entered the venue on the arm of Lucio Rouco.

Even with their masks half off, the two siblings are still strikingly beautiful, and when in a crowd, still strikingly attractive.

Paula Rouco wore a red dress with a backless V-neckline and sleeveless design, which really showed off her figure.

The dress is made from a high quality red silk fabric and is of a fitted cut, which highlights the woman’s slender, chiseled figure.

Full breasts, delicate collarbones, stunning snowy back, slender waist.

The skirt swished to her ankles and, as she walked, she vaguely glimpsed the slender ankles, blindingly white, under the swinging hem.

Striking to the extreme.

Severo Laris stopped at the corner and saw the familiar figure, his dark eyes narrowed slightly under the silver-blue half-mask he wore.

Not far away stood the glow girl, her long, slightly curly hair cascading over her shoulders like seaweed, her upturned nose sporting a black butterfly feather mask studded with broken diamonds, her full red lips beneath the mask, her red evening dress and snow-white skin enhancing the whole figure resplendently.

Her lita, already so dazzling.

Around her, there was a steady stream of men inviting her to dance.

She stood in a languid, indifferent posture, not responding.

And she did not put those people in her sights.

Lucio Rouco latched onto Paula Rouco’s shoulder and said, “Sister, we’re here anyway, shall we dance?”

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“How come I don’t know how to dance, it’s just a tango, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before in our college sorority.”

Paula Rouco turned and smiled at him, “Yeah, well, don’t scream when I step on you later.”

Lucius Rouco’s mouth twitched and his gaze lowered to stare at the stiletto heels on her feet, his head vaguely dizzy.

“Sister, have mercy on your feet!”

“I’ll try.”

The tango, melodic and lively, sounds with enthusiasm.

Lucio Rouco and Paula Rouco were mismatched to the extreme.

Lucio Rouco steps forward and Paula Rouco’s heeled foot comes forward, colliding, on the back of Lucio Rouco’s foot.

“Hiss…”

Lucio Rouco gritted his teeth in pain, his handsome face twitching under the mask.

“Sister, you can be a little lighter!”

Paula Rouco grumbled with a frown, “You know how to dance!”

“How come I can’t jump? It’s obvious you’re the one who wants to take the opportunity to step on me.”

The two brothers scuffled as they danced the tango.

Soon after, another pair of men and women in masks pounced on them.

Paula Rouco wasn’t paying attention and merely spat, “Look how well people dance.”

Lucio Rouco replied, “That’s a girl who dances well too!”.

Just as she swung back, Paula Rouco’s body was pushed out of the way, as a large hand, violently grabbing her wrist, a force, pulled her roughly to a chest.

Stumbling with her arms.

Under the mask, the four eyes met.

One with teary eyes, the other with eyes full of affection.

The man’s large hands, encircling her soft back, bent to her ear and praised, “You look beautiful today.”

It is the voice of Severo Laris.

Paula Rouco, slightly stunned, reached out to push him away, but Severo Laris’ two large hands held her firmly and his voice whispered in her ear, “It would look very bad for me if you pushed me away in public.”

“…”

“At least finish the dance, eh?”

“…”

Throughout the tango, Paula Rouco was completely passive, as if Severo Laris was making fun of her, and every time she did not cooperate, Severo Laris picked her up and spun her around.

In tango, it is customary for the man to lift his partner’s waist and spin her high.

But that’s too often.

She was about to faint.

After a good tango, Paula Rouco hurriedly slipped out of his arms and turned around to run out of the dance at high speed.

Severo Laris hooks his lips and strides after him.

As he exited the ballroom, Paula Rouco removed the black feathered butterfly mask from her face.

Revealing a playful little face of exquisite beauty.

Damn Lucio Rouco, did he push her on purpose?

I’ll be sure to cut it off later.

The girl stood there, heated and irritated, her long, slender fingers tousling her long, seaweed-like, slightly curly hair over her shoulder.

Severo Laris stood a short distance away and saw the clear, moving tattoo on the back of her snow-white shoulder beneath her long, tousled hair.

lita love deep.

The tip of her heart, trembling.

She stood there, perhaps with heels too high on her feet, and kicked with a little disgust, scowling at her white forehead, arrogant and cute.

Not far away, there is a spring that crashes.

Severo Laris watched her walk towards the spring pool, before sitting on the edge of it, kicking off her heels, picking up her evening dress and dipping her white feet into the water.

A moment of coldness caused Paula Rouco to slightly narrow her pretty almond-shaped eyes.

She was very greedy for the cold.

Severo Laris did not want to approach her for a moment and merely stood a short distance away and watched her in silence.

The silver street lamps glittered in the water of the fountain pond, reflecting her pretty, beautiful face in the sparkling waves.

She tapped her feet on the fountain pond and stirred the water.

Cool white skin, plum-stained and slightly curved lips, with delicate but distant and indifferent features.

Misanthropy.

Like a little witch in the silver light of the dark night.

Severo Laris leaned against that Roman column and contemplated it for a long time.

Until the little witch took her feet out of the fountain pool.

Only then did Severo Laris pass in faith.

Paula Rouco dried her feet and had just put on her shoes when Severo Laris stepped in front of her.

Severo Laris looked behind her at the rattling fountain and under his dark eyes was mockery, “A fountain for you to use as a footbath?”

Paula Rouco walked past him with her chin up, arrogant, blurting out a nonchalant, “It’s not your fountain, none of your business.”

The Ten Mile Vista estate, of which The Rouco family is a shareholder.

Was he getting in her way by washing his feet in his own fountain?

She walked right past him.

Severo Laris has his hands in his pockets and smiles indulgently.

The eye, dropped on the edge of the fountain pool, was his abandoned cell phone.

It was the same old castoff.

Severo Laris bends down and picks it up.

Looking at his phone, the smile on the man’s thin lips became more indulgent.

Severo Laris had no intention of going for it immediately to return it.

There is no hurry.

Wait for it, go to the door and ask for it.

…

Back at Villa Moon Lake Road.

Severo Laris fumbles with his phone and plays with it.

The password is a four-digit number and, no need to think about it, it’s his birthday.

He logs in, correctly, to go to the phone’s home page.

He had no intention of prying into his private life…. She had no intention of intruding on her privacy, but as her future husband, she felt the need to use the rights that status gave her in advance.

Check the post is not so much, Severo Laris is not so vulgar.

Trying to understand his life is serious.

The gallery, the photos are the most direct indication of the state of his life.

Over the years, he did not post much on the social network, but he must have been in the habit of taking pictures.

Severo Laris clicked on it and casually scanned it.

Eyes, falling on those black videos.

Severo Laris frowned slightly and clicked on it.

In the video, it’s dark, indoors, no lights.

The camera reveals a small, gaunt, familiar face, speaking to the camera….

“Today is day 367 since I broke up with him. Bad weather, a year since we broke up and I still seem to miss him…”

“Today is the 387th day since breaking up with him…”

“Today is the 390th day since breaking up with him…”