Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The early morning heat wave broke out.

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Not only has the Severo Laris scandal been dealt with cleanly, but at the same time a photo of him and Paula Rouco in the subway garage of the Peninsula restaurant, kissing affectionately, has been revealed, and two hot searches have been linked.

Severo Laris clicked on the blurry photo, which, despite the bad angle and image quality, was a good shot to his eyes.

Salvino’s call immediately followed and he asked, “Boss, is that hot news going to be taken down for you and your wife?”

Severo Laris was in a good mood and said, “No, it’s a good shot.”

It felt good to own it like that.

Although there are still suspicions on the internet that this is a Severo Laris whitewash, Severo Laris himself doesn’t care in the least.

As for the internet users’ individual judgment of him, it is in itself harmless.

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First thing the next morning, Severo Laris arrived at the office.

Salvino asked, “Boss, what about that Buena?”

Severo Laris said, “Send someone to find out what else has happened between her and the wife, and if she has done something harmful to her, prosecute if you can, but if not, a private agreement is not a problem.”

“All right, I’ll instruct the people at Imperial. ”

After Severo Laris gave his orders, he looked up and saw the calendar on his desk, with a circle drawn on today’s date, which was important.

It was his birthday and the day they had first seen each other.

It was a very important anniversary.

Severo Laris said, “I have a meeting later and I may be out of the office, so call me if you have an emergency this afternoon.”

“Yes, is the boss going to the wife’s birthday?”

Severo Laris smiles slightly and nods, in a superb mood.

Salvino asks, “Do you want me to order a birthday cake or something?”

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

Salvino smiled, “Good, then have a nice day with the boss and his wife.”

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The Rouco family.

Paula Rouco was dragged out of bed by Estrella Berrocal at ten o’clock in the morning.

After Paula Rouco suffered from depression, she rarely ate breakfast, used to sleep until noon and had insomnia at night.

Very poor work and rest routine.

After she was taken upstairs to get cleaned up, Paula Rouco was sprayed with tapes as soon as she came out of the stairwell.

Paula Rouco woke up and stayed in her slippers, closing her eyes tightly.

Lucio Rouco kept shouting from the side, “Surprise! Happy birthday old lady!”

Paula Rouco clenched her fist and pulled off the ribbons that had peppered her hair.

And then, ignoring Lucio Rouco’s surprise, she walked to the living room, poured herself a glass of warm water and gulped it down to placate some of her somber temper.

Lucio Rouco, embarrassed, approached Estrella Berrocal and whispered, “It seems that my sister doesn’t eat that, let’s not make her angry!”.

Estrella Berrocal looked at her daughter and spoke to her gently, “Paulita, you just woke up, have a few bites for breakfast, but you don’t have to eat much, in the morning your grandfather said he was going to celebrate your birthday today.”

Paula Rouco continued drinking her water and said, “Birthday fired, no need to waste it.”

“How about no guests, but we have a simple family reunion dinner, just in time for your birthday?” asked Estrella Berrocal in a consultative tone.

Paula Rouco emitted a faint “mmm” before sitting down at the table for a few bites of breakfast and a few sips of milk.

Estrella Berrocal smiled and found something to say, “Your father said he would be home from work at noon to spend your birthday with you, are you happy?”

“Hmm.” Still with the same undead attitude.

Estrella Berrocal reached up and smoothed back her long, tousled hair as she said, “Then Felipa and I will prepare another of your favorite dishes for lunch today. Your father told me he had ordered a cake for you and I asked him for strawberry ice cream.

“I eat.”

“Okay.”

Estrella Berrocal took the gift from upstairs, carefully prepared, and said, “Paulita, this is a birthday present from your mother, I hope you like it.”

Paula Rouco felt a little uncomfortable, but took it anyway, “Thank you Estrella. ”

“No thanks, unwrap it and you’ll see.” Estrella Berrocal laughed.

Paula Rouco unwrapped the delicately wrapped gift and opened the rectangular velvet box to reveal a delicate and generous diamond collarbone chain, very chic and in K gold, very durable and minimalist.

“Shall I try it on?”

Paula Rouco nodded, not wanting to disappoint her family’s good intentions either.

Estrella Berrocal helped her put the choker around her neck and then looked at her and complimented, “Preciosa.”

She also asked Lucio Rouco to bring a small mirror and take a look at her.

Estrella Berrocal said, “Look, isn’t it beautiful?”.

Paula Rouco was never very interested and only responded with indifference.

But even so, Estrella Berrocal was satisfied that she was at least willing to pick up the family.

Estrella Berrocal smiled again and asked her son, “Lucio, didn’t you say you had a gift for your sister? Where is the gift?”

Lucio Rouco exhausted, “Secrets.”

When Adam Rouco returned with the strawberry ice cream cake, the family ate lunch together.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Paula Rouco also had the cake.

Roberto Rouco also gave Paula Rouco a painting from his own collection, by a great master, worth a lot of money.

Adam Rouco, on the other hand, was realistic and gave a straight black card with an unlimited amount to buy whatever he wanted.

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Around 7 p. m..

Lucio Rouco asked Paula Rouco to change and get dressed for a youth party he was taking her to.

Lucio Rouco took his sister by the hand and practically dragged her out the door.

Once in the car, Lucio Rouco eagerly buckled his sister’s seat belt, “Princess Paulita, get ready to leave!”.

Paula Rouco shot a cold look, “If you keep talking so much, I’m getting out of the car right now.”

Lucio Rouco started the car in a hurry, stepped on the accelerator and the Maserati left the courtyard.

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Soon after, the Maserati stopped in front of Villa Moon Lake Road in Severo Laris.

Paula Rouco frowned, looked outside, and asked Lucio Rouco, “What the hell are you up to?”

Lucio Rouco curved his lips in an uninhibited smile before getting out of the car, rounding the front and immediately opening the passenger door and pulling Paula Rouco out of the car.

Lucio Rouco quickly climbed back into the car, rolled down the window and said to Paula Rouco with a smile, “Have a great birthday, vieja! Here’s a present from me to you! I love you”.

And then the Maserati flew away.

Paula Rouco stood still, staring at the Maserati’s faded backside, and gritted her teeth.

I love him, damn it!

Lucio Rouco is dead!

How dare you join with outsiders to rip her off!

The door stood open and Paula Rouco burst straight into Villa Moon Lake Road.

Right now, it’s getting dark outside.

And inside the villa, there are no lights on.

Paula Rouco ran into the villa and shouted several times angrily for Severo Laris, but no one responded.

Just as she was about to kick something, out of the darkness, Severo Laris approached her holding a cake, illuminated by the glow of a candle.

On his handsome, clear face was an indulgent, loving smile.

“Lita, happy birthday.”

Paula Rouco stood there, frozen for a moment, as Severo Laris placed the cake on the table and took a paper birthday wreath-shaped hat in his hand and snapped it onto his head.

The birthday hat was a little crooked and the way he didn’t react for a moment was a little silly and cute.

Severo Laris pulled a chair out of the belly of the table in a gentlemanly way and sat down next to her with his arm around her.

He said, “I made the dish you like, but first you have to make a wish and blow out the candles.”