Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Severo Laris emerges from the coffee with a clenched green and white fist that loosens slightly.

The tense heart strings slowly relax.

For seven years, they have always remained intact.

Salvino saw Severo Laris come out of the cafe, get out of the car and open the back door.

Severo Laris sat down.

Salvino drove up, looked in the rearview mirror at Severo Laris and asked, “Boss, are you going back to the office yet?”

Severo Laris said, “Go to La familia Rouco. ”

“Okay.”

…

The black Maybach pulled up to the entrance of The Rouco Family without Severo Laris entering.

Since marriage was never discussed, it was not convenient for Severo Laris to enter The Rouco Family to meet the parents at that time.

Severo Laris only called Paula Rouco.

A short time later, Paula Rouco came out of the villa, wearing sandals.

She looked like she had just woken up, her long hair disheveled and her eyes sleepy.

Salvino opened the door and Paula Rouco walked in before she could look at Severo Laris and simply asked, “What do you want from me?”

Severo Laris reached out and enveloped her in a tight embrace.

Paula Rouco fell into his arms, her almond-shaped eyes widened and rolled.

Severo Laris’ large arms encircled her slender waist and she lowered her head to his lips and cheeks, where several kisses flowed.

The breath rolled hot.

Paula Rouco warmed slightly and pushed him away slightly.

The man looked at her lovingly and affectionately, his voice low, “You won’t have a chance to miss me in the future.”

She even looked for him in other men.

That would have made Severo Laris feel frustrated and would have made him feel that he had failed as a boyfriend.

Severo Laris took the girl in his arms and sat her on his lap, rubbing his forehead and nose against hers.

Paula Rouco asked, “What did Videl Piedrahita say to you?”

Severo Laris looked at her pretty, clear face and smiled with a hint of smugness at the corners of his eyes, “She said we were perfect for each other, that I was the only one in the world who was good enough for you.”

But in reality, Videl Piedrahita’s original words were.

“No man can tolerate his ex-girlfriend, threatening her with suicide and death, that’s sick. Sick and terrifying.”

“Much less an ex-girlfriend who can be so possessive of her ex-boyfriend that even after breaking up, the ex-boyfriend cooks a dish for another woman and goes and curses the man with suicide.”

“All this must seem to a normal person that Paula Rouco is sick in the head, but for you it is a sign that Paula Rouco loves you, then there is only one explanation, not only Paula Rouco is sick, but Severo Laris you are also sick, and very sick. In your world there is only one and the other, you are totally enslaved to each other.”

“No one would dare to be with Paula Rouco except you, before I didn’t understand why Paula Rouco would kill herself for you, but now I understand, you and Paula Rouco are the only ones from the same country, both of you crazy, and you are perfect for each other.”

Paula Rouco bit her lips before disbelieving, “That doesn’t sound like something Videl Piedrahita would say.”

Severo Laris took her soft little hand and squeezed it gently in his palm, looking at her lovingly and asking with a slight smile, “Why, do you think we don’t look good together in the eyes of the world?”

Paula Rouco glared at him, “Videl Piedrahita must have said I was sick and that’s why you were with me.”

Severo Laris laughed uselessly, running his large hands through his long, somewhat disheveled hair as he slept, and said, “It is he who is sick.”

Paula Rouco yawns, sleep-deprived, with dark circles under her eyes a little visible.

Severo Laris became a little distressed and pulled her close into his arms, “Did I interrupt your sleep by calling you?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve woken up and I’m hungry.”

Severo Laris asks, “What would you like to eat?”

“I’d like to eat pickled beans and minced pork with rice.”

“Go home and make it for yourself.”

Severo Laris came to visit The Rouco family and took Paula Rouco captive in sandals and pajamas.

Arriving at Villa Moon Lake Road.

Paula Rouco sits on the couch with Costillas lazily on her lap and reaches out to shake Costillas a little.

Costillas blinks comfortably and meows.

Severo Laris cooks in the kitchen, glancing at the couch from time to time, and the cat and the man get along serenely.

Paula Rouco was bored as she waited for her meal and browsed the bookshelves on one wall of Severo Laris’ living room.

This side of the bookstore, immense, has a wide variety of books.

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But in an inconspicuous corner, there are many fairy tales and comic books.

Paula Rouco picked up a copy of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales and a comic book and returned to the sofa, leafing through them as she went.

When Severo Laris made dinner and brought it in, he saw Paula Rouco lying on the couch with her head on the pillow, holding a copy of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales.

The plump Ribs lay on Paula Rouco’s belly and occasionally ran to rub tofu all over their mistress’s slippery white thighs.

The nightgown was not long and as she lay down, after a few movements, the hem rolled upward a few times, exposing the roots of her pretty legs.

Severo Laris’ eyes deepened and he walked over to her and put down the food, taking her nightgown in his large hands and straightening it.

Lift it up.

Severo Laris took the children’s book from her hand and said, “Eat first, make a soup of bok choy and sweet and sour pork, finish it for me with the pickled bean mixture and minced pork.”

It’s two o’clock in the afternoon, long after lunchtime, and Severo Laris doesn’t need to eat, Paula Rouco’s lunchtime has long since been interrupted.

No getting up in the morning, no sleeping at night, no breakfast, no eating.

The Rouco family spoils her, she can’t even scream, this won’t work, it will drag her body down.

Paula Rouco cradled the minced pork with pickled beans and rice, stirred it with a spoon and opened it.

Costillas looked at her bowl of rice with round eyes, gluttonous to the core.

Paula Rouco grabbed a spoonful to throw into Costillas’ bowl, which Severo Laris blocked directly.

“Costillas has cat food, you eat yours and leave him alone, he eats too much and needs to lose weight”.

Paula Rouco: “…”

She actually couldn’t eat that much and wanted Costillas to share it for her!

Her hair fell out while she was eating, and Severo Laris came over and brushed it behind her ear and asked, “Would you like to move in with me?”

Paula Rouco didn’t look up at him, her mouth wrapped around her food as she stammered, “You said you wouldn’t give me a chance to miss you again, is it because you’re staying together so I won’t have a chance to miss you?”

Severo Laris choked and raised an eyebrow, looking at her with amusement, “You think I’m conning you?”

The girl’s delicate, white face lifted from the large bowl, a grain of rice stuck to the side of her mouth, and she turned her head, her dark, clear eyes’ looking up at him, “Or what do you mean?”

“What I mean is that if you miss me, I will be the first to appear before you, even if you do not live with me, so that you will not have to think of me, and I can appear before you whenever you want to see me.”

At these words, Severo Laris raised his hand, twisted the grain of rice from the corner of her mouth with his long fingers, stroked her head and said, “You don’t need to rush to give me an answer, you can think about it, if you move in with me it’s to make it easier for you to take care of your diet, you’re not getting enough sleep and you’re not getting enough nutrition, this isn’t going to work. ”

Paula Rouco held her bowl of soup and gulped down a mouthful of green vegetable soup with her rice in it, frowning. “Even if I lived with you, I’d make my own food.”

He couldn’t stay home from work and cook for her all day.

Severo Laris looked at her deeply, a smile in the corner of his eyes, but focused and serious. “If you move in with me, I can work from home during these days, or I can come home from work at lunchtime and cook for you, it wouldn’t be hard.”

Paula Rouco looked at the bowl of sweet and sour pork, ate two, had some left over, picked one up with her chopsticks and dropped it on Costillas’ plate.

Costillas nibbled happily for a long time.

Severo Laris said, “I can’t eat the sweet and sour pork, how about some braised shrimp tonight?”.

Paula Rouco scratched her hair with both hands, a little annoyed, “Can’t we have it?”.

Severo Laris looked at her fondly and his thin lips spat out two words, “I can’t.”

Anorexia nervosa can be bad.

He’ll be thin to the bone.

Then he would be heartbroken.

Paula Rouco sighs and falls backward, slumping on the couch with her small belly.

Severo Laris reached up and tugged at her nightgown, covering the slender snow-white waist it left uncovered.

And then he pulled a thin blanket and threw it over her, ordering, “Take a nap.”

Paula Rouco: “…”

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