Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Buy a latte and stand in line for Severo Laris and Paula Rouco.

The sales clerk asked, “What would you like to order?”.

Paula Rouco said, “I’d like a Four Seasons green latte with pearls with coconut with latte jelly, three parts sugar, to go with ice, may I?”.

“… It’s available.”

The clerk pushed his glasses down on the bridge of his nose and glanced at Paula Rouco, who was so thin she could eat latte.

The clerk asked Severo Laris again, “And what would the gentleman like to order?”.

Severo Laris didn’t even look at the menu and asked directly, “A coffee with milk, no topping, three parts sugar, no ice and served in a coffee cup.”

Clerk: “…”

Two oddballs, the perfect match for each other.

After buying coffee con leche, Paula Rouco ordered ice cream and cakes, and Severo Laris bought more ice cream and a box of cakes to take to the movies.

The film is a literary romance, slow-paced and not too difficult to watch. There is a lot of scenery in the film, the images are striking and the actors are striking.

The tempo is leisurely.

Halfway through the film.

Paula Rouco sipped her latte through a straw until, with the sound of the buzz, the latte disappeared and all that was left in the heavy cup were those pearly coconut ingredients.

No fun eating those ingredients dry.

Paula Rouco turned her face to Severo Laris, who was sitting next to her, and looked greedily at the cup of unadulterated latte in her hand.

Severo Laris, naturally, felt his wife’s eager gaze.

Turn her face and look at her.

Mrs. Laris blinked, waving her cup of aggravated latte, small mouth squashed, and said, “No more latte. ”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Severo Laris’ big, thin hands uncapped his own latte cup and uncapped hers, pouring it all out.

Mrs. Laris took the refilled, creamy cup of coffee and stuff and rested her little head on Senorita’s shoulder. Severo and took several happy sips.

Senorita. Severo looked fondly at his little wife and asked, “Is it good?”

With a small hand, Mrs. Laris lifted her glass to Miss Severo’s thin lips.

Senorita. Severo took a sip of the pearl coconut cream latte in Mrs. Laris’ small hand and the same straw from which he had drunk.

Sweet and cloying.

And then, the two of them lay back and watched the movie in silence.

Severo Laris occasionally picks up a pie and pops it into Paula Rouco’s mouth, who takes a bite, and when she can’t finish it, Severo Laris eats half of the rest of her pie.

Finally, Paula Rouco is satiated and has a small cup of coffee with milk left, which she spontaneously and automatically slips into Severo Laris’ hand.

Severo Laris picks up his coffee con leche, watches the movie and continues drinking.

Paula Rouco wrapped one of Severo Laris’ arms around her and leaned against him like a good little kitten.

…

Imperial turns the corner into a white winter.

Severo Laris had to make a trip back to New York and had wanted to send Paula Rouco back to The Rouco Family, but this time back to MO headquarters, there was a lot of work to do and he wouldn’t be able to return to the country for another half month.

So, the morning Severo Laris flew to New York, he packed up his bed with Mrs. Laris and took her with him.

It was Paula Rouco’s first visit to Severo Laris’ home in New York.

Severo Laris is out of the office and Paula Rouco wanders alone in the large villa.

It doesn’t take long to discover a little secret in Severo Laris’ closet.

The spacious closet is filled with tailored suits and shirts, and a cheap-looking beige wool scarf hangs next to a row of well-made ties.

It’s already very old.

But it’s clear from the details that the scarf, carefully protected by its wearer, hangs like a treasure in the closet, with a clear dust box on the outside.

After Paula Rouco removed the acrylic dust box from the outside, she pulled out the wool scarf, which, once opened, had a hole in it.

Why, she really sucked at manual labor back then, knitting a scarf and punching a hole in it.

Soon after, the sound of an engine was heard in the courtyard of the chalet and Paula Rouco came running out with the scarf in her hand.

As Severo Laris entered the house with a wintry chill, a small, soft thing pounced on her arms.

Paula Rouco put the wool scarf around Severo Laris’ neck.

Severo Laris wore a long black coat with a smart suit underneath, and when wrapped in this cheap wool scarf, perhaps his air was too distinguished to make any accessory or clothing seem less frumpy.

Severo Laris was slightly taken aback and smiled slightly as he looked at that scarf around her neck, wrapping his arms around her and asking, “Did you figure it out so quickly?”

Paula Rouco was a little frustrated, her little face buried in her arms, “I wish I had knitted better from the beginning.”

Severo Laris stroked her little head and said soothingly, “Mrs. Laris knits the best scarves.”

Paula Rouco smiled with joy, raising her excited little face and saying, “Then I’ll knit you another scarf!”.

Severo Laris: “…”

How did she become obsessed with knitting scarves?

Mrs. Laris is really the little big mouth that says it all.

On Christmas Day, she proudly pulled out a new scarf she had knitted and gave it to Miss Severo.

And, this time, no holes in the scarf.

The choice of wool is also much more advanced.

From then on, whenever Severo Laris wore a scarf during the winter, he wore the one Mrs. Laris had knitted herself and never wore any other scarf.

In early January, it snowed in New York.

Severo Laris sat with Paula Rouco in front of the fireplace, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the white snowflakes, but inside it was incredibly warm.

Because of the snow, a thin layer of fog had formed on the glass windows.

Paula Rouco ran to the glass window, held out her little hand and wrote: Severo Laris wants Paula Rouco.

Severo Laris came up behind her, extended his arm and wrapped it around her back, sneering with a faint smile, “I love you to death, I love anyone.”

Severo Laris raised his hand and erased the word “dead” from the middle.

Paula Rouco is not happy, “Amada, that’s an aggravating word, Severo Laris loved Paula Rouco and she doesn’t feel so loving when you read it.”

Severo Laris couldn’t help but look at her earnestness and, taking her small hand, wrote again on the fogged surface of the glass window, “Paula Rouco is the only love of Severo Laris’s life.

Paula Rouco asks: “Severo, those seven years, were you lonely?”.

As she finished writing this on the window pane, Severo Laris suddenly lowered his gaze, buried his face in the warm corner of her neck and said in a muffled whisper, “lita, during those seven years without you, New York City seemed to me an empty city without people, and I felt alone.”

At that time, aside from social engagements, I worked and rarely went home.

I probably wouldn’t have been home for a month or two if Costillas hadn’t been there.

Severo Laris smiled and said, “Luckily, I had Costillas to come back to this empty home with some comfort. Every time I saw Costillas during those seven years, I was more than grateful that you then picked him up and brought him home, and even more grateful that I was able to get custody of him. “