Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Severo Laris sat for a long time, slowing down.

Last night, it was like he was having a painful nightmare.

Just watching those videos had been too much for him, while Lita was experiencing it firsthand.

The heart, choked with suffocation.

The cell phone placed next to the computer rings, it’s Paula Rouco’s cell phone.

Caller ID for La Villa Rouco.

She must have come for the phone.

Severo Laris looked at the ringing caller ID and took several deep breaths before mustering the courage to pick up the phone.

But after picking up the phone, for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Paula Rouco didn’t have much to say and asked right away, “Did you pick up my phone when I left it by the fountain pool last night?”

Severo Laris held back the tremor in his voice and uttered an “hmm.”

And only then, in a suppressed voice, “If you don’t want to come pick it up, I can send it to The Rouco Family. ”

“No, I’ll pick it up later.”

I was afraid that if I came to The Rouco Family and Mom and Dad saw it, it would lead to war.

With that, Paula Rouco hung up the phone.

Severo Laris grabbed his cell phone and listened for a moment to the busy tone on the line, his eyes vacant, just stunned.

Lita.

How is he going to face Lita now.

After seeing those heartbreaking videos, how else would he have the nerve to use harassment on her, to bang her with that ease and staged banter.

Severo Laris, just like her, carries a heavy yoke on his heart, a yoke stained with blood, stuck to flesh and blood, cruel and impotent.

…

The door of the villa was left open.

Paula Rouco came straight in.

When she entered, Costillas was lying on the bookshelf in the living room and was still barking, but there was no one in the living room.

Costillas saw Paula Rouco coming, jumped down from the bookshelf and jumped into her lap, rubbing against her ankles.

Paula Rouco knelt down to pick Costillas up, “Where’s your father? Leaving you here all alone.”

“Meow.”

Hungry, no food all night and Dad left him alone, he ran to the study to look at him and the study door remained closed.

All night long, Severo Laris did not come out of his study.

Costillas rubbed up against Paula Rouco and, after receiving some comfort, jumped out of her arms and ran upstairs.

Paula Rouco follows Costillas upstairs.

Costillas ran to the studio door and slammed it with his chubby paws.

Paula Rouco was about to go over to knock on the door when the studio door suddenly opened.

She raised her eyes.

The man’s sunken eyes were full of red blood, his face was disheveled and a faint pale green scum bubbled on his handsome chin.

Instead of house clothes, he wore a shirt and pants with many wrinkles in the white shirt, which was a bit different from his usual image of well-dressed nobility.

Like a sleepless night.

She froze, thinking she had been working all night.

Severo Laris stood in the doorway of the study, an oppressive, deep gaze gazing down at her.

Costillas’ two melons kept stinging her legs, but he didn’t react, just stared at her silently.

In those eyes there were so many repressed emotions, complex and deep.

Paula Rouco unconsciously averted her gaze, pursed her lips and asked, “Where’s my phone?”

Severo Laris handed her the phone.

Paula Rouco approached him and reached out to take his hand, when Severo Laris gently took her arm and pulled her into his arms.

The embrace was strong.

The man’s arms were long and strong, as if they were trying to strangle her to the bone and blood.

Her chest was crushed to the point of breathlessness.

She frowned slightly and reached out to push him away, “Severo Laris, let go of me.”

Was he trying to choke her?

Severo Laris didn’t half let go of her, the man’s erect body bent slightly, his face buried in the crook of her delicate neck, and suddenly he said, “I love you.”

She stiffened and her struggling stopped.

Severo Laris wrapped his arms around her, closed his eyes, fought the moisture in them, and said, “Not a day goes by that I don’t love you.”

“…”

He had not slept all night, his voice was low and hoarse to the point of being unbearable, and he spoke not aloud, but with serious deliberation and even a certain pathos.

Paula Rouco was held by him like a little puppet that would not move.

She felt the knot in her masculine throat, pressed against his neck, coil several times.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Severo Laris opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: “I also thought about forgetting you, thinking negatively about parting and never seeing you again. I went to a psychiatrist to forget you, but I found, ridiculously, that I still couldn’t get over it, and by remembering it over and over again, not only did I not forget half of it, but I loved it even more.”

He thought he had suffered enough, but now it was ridiculous to realize that his little pain was nothing.

He could console himself by escaping to Philadelphia to see her.

She, for her part, can only soothe the bone-deep thoughts through some vapid videos and interviews he’s done on the internet.

It’s all his fault; he is evil, the worst of all.

Paula Rouco’s chin, forced to rest on his shoulder, blinked as she reacted for a long moment.

Did he say he loved her?

“Can you let go of me now?”

Severo Laris wiped the mist from his eyes and slowly released her.

Paula Rouco handed the phone back to him, a little wary, looking at him defensively, “Have you looked at my phone?”

Severo Laris needs to preserve his dignity and his bruised and battered heart.

After all these years of experience and cloak and dagger, Severo Laris was the one with the upper hand, after all, and he calmly said, “No.”

Paula Rouco said, “He left.”

She turned away.

Suddenly, Severo Laris embraced her again from behind, clasping her whole body in his arms.

“Severo Laris, what are you doing?”

Severo Laris said, “Iita, from now on, whatever happens, I’ll face it with you.

She will not be left alone again, so alone.

Paula Rouco smiled with her lips and said lightly, “But you are never there when I need you.”

Severo Laris’ throaty mouth, suppressed and full of acidity, pressed against her neck and said, “Mer, give me one more chance, okay?”

Her tone, humble and pleading.

Paula Rouco said indifferently, “But Severo Laris, I don’t love you now.”

Severo Laris was neither discouraged nor saddened; he assumed that would be her response.

“It’s okay, it’s okay that you don’t love me, just let me take care of you.”

Paula Rouco frowned slightly.

She didn’t understand why he had suddenly said something like that; it was he who wanted to break up with her.

It was he who said, “Paula Rouco, stop bothering me.”

It was he who said: “Paula Rouco, I don’t love you anymore.

But now, why talk about loving her, bothering her and making this pretense of affection?

Was it seven years of experimenting with other women and wanting to go back to her?

But she, for her part, did not want an impure Severo Laris, nor a Severo Laris who did not love her with all his heart.

For Paula Rouco, it was a betrayal, as Severo Laris tried to start a new life with another woman.

That kind of betrayal is worse and more unforgivable than breaking up with her.

Because she thought that even if they broke up, they were still a couple and he was her man.

“Severo Laris, I hate your betrayal.”

“No betrayal, never, only you, only you…”