Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The backyard pond of Severo Laris Villa Moon Lake Road is teeming with fish.

One day, Severo Laris goes out to work and asks Paula Rouco to feed the fish.

Paulita sits on the edge of the pond, endlessly scattering the fish food.

When Severo Laris returned from work in the afternoon, Mrs. Laris took the rare initiative to approach the door and give him the customary smile.

Then, reaching for the suit jacket she took off, she said, “Honey, I work hard.”

Severo Laris’ brow furrowed and his eyes flashed like lightning as he stared incredulously at her smiling little face.

“What did you call me?”

Paulita smiled with a mouthful of tiny white teeth, “Honey.”

Severo Laris grabbed his wife and pulled her into his arms for a kiss.

Surge by this name.

Someone, still unsuspecting, continued to call him softly, “Severo. ”

Severo Laris can’t help himself.

He kissed his little wife for a long time.

While eating dinner, Costillas suddenly shooed a fish from the backyard.

Severo Laris wonders, does Ribs still get into the water to fish?

Miss. Severo went to the backyard pond and saw all those valuable fish species floating on the surface, dead.

Severo Laris: ……

Paulita winked helplessly at him, “Honey, I really fed him like you asked me to, it’s your fish that are too delicate.”

The corner of Severo Laris’ eye twitched and he asked, “How much fish food did you give them?”.

Paulita said, “I was afraid they would get hungry and spill all that big bag of fish food. Honey, I’m good with your fish!”

Severo Laris: ……… …

“Mrs. Laris, the fish won’t starve to death, but it will hold out.”

Paulita said “Oh,” “I just want to be nice to them!”

Severo Laris laughed and reached out to stroke his petite wife’s little head, “But you’re going too far with them, lita. ”

…

Late at night, Paula Rouco, lying in Severo Laris’ arms, is asleep.

Severo Laris, looking at his wife in his arms, immensely content and not too sleepy, gently withdrew his arm and got out of bed with a lighter movement.

And then he went to the study.

Severo Laris, dressed in house clothes, sits in his chair and opens the small drawer hidden at the back of his desk, which contains a series of thick notebooks that Paula Rouco never goes through, since many of them are notes for her academic profession.

And of all those notebooks, there is one placed in the center that is particularly unique.

It is Severo Laris’s diary, in which he recorded many of his life moments.

At most, it was about what happened between him and Mrs. Laris.

At first, Severo Laris was not in the habit of keeping a diary, but seven years ago, after his breakup with Paula Rouco, he wrote in it during those lonely days in New York, when he lived alone until late at night with nothing to do and no desire to work.

Severo Laris used to keep many secrets in his heart, but later, all of them were shared with Mrs. Rouco.

There was only one secret that he had never mentioned to her, and that he did not plan to mention to her in the coming days.

Severo Laris opened his thick notebook, took out a black pen, and wrote in his diary

Suddenly, I remembered the first time I met her.

She always thought our first meeting was on the grounds of The Rouco Family, but it was actually an extremely hot summer day when I met her when she was kidnapped by Leopoldo at the age of ten.

At the time, I was seventeen and she was ten. I had thought it was impossible for two worlds like ours to intersect, like a bird of prey and a fish, one in the sky and the other in the water; a bird of prey cannot dive into the water and a fish cannot jump out of the water to live.

That summer, she was kidnapped by Leopoldo and trapped in the small locked kitchen behind the old house where our family lived, abandoned and unused.

It’s funny how stupid Leopoldo was to kidnap someone and not hide them in a hidden place, instead of throwing them in the house.

It turns out that my stuffy little study cubicle was connected to the small, abandoned kitchen. In the middle of the night, as I was losing sleep because I was about to take exams, I heard a whisper of distress in the kitchen, but it was so faint and mosquito-like that it was hard to hear without listening carefully.

I grabbed the flashlight and headed for the small kitchen in the back, which was locked, and kicked open the closed, rotting wooden door when I heard someone inside.

As soon as I approached with the flashlight, I saw a pair of dark, clear, wide-open eyes staring at me.

Technically speaking, that was the first time I really knew her. Of course, it was only when I learned that she was the girl Leopoldo had kidnapped that I remembered seeing her at her birthday party at the Rouco family compound, but I didn’t remember seeing her before. I was only ten years old, still very young, with delicate but uneducated features, and in that critical situation, not to say that I did not want to recall that memory in the long history of my life.

Because of Leopoldo’s kidnapping, I failed my first entrance exams and because of Leopoldo, my previous life was full of sorrow. Why would I want to remember the ten-year-old girl who was kidnapped by Leopoldo? It is too late to forget.

But later, after I learned that Lita was the girl, I often remembered.

At the time, she was trapped in a small, dark, musty kitchen, and when she saw me come in with a flashlight, she moaned and whimpered, despite the black tape over her mouth, and begged me, with her clear eyes, to save her.

Her hands and feet were tied with nylon ropes, her clean little white face was dirty, her long soft hair was probably stuck to her face because she hadn’t washed it in days, and her surroundings were filthy.

I knew this was the girl Leopoldo had kidnapped and that Leopoldo was probably trying to extort money from her family.

I ripped the black tape off her mouth right away, but as soon as I did, she let out a panicked scream and I rushed to cover her mouth and warn her ear to shut up.

Because, it would be more trouble for her to call out and draw people to her.

She was very resourceful, and seeing that I meant no harm, she hastened to pitifully plead with me, “Brother, can you get me out and I’ll give you a lot of money.”

Seeing my silence, she looked at me again with wide eyes and continued nervously, “Brother, I can give you all the money you want, and my father can give you lots and lots of money if you save me from getting out.”

I wanted to get her out, not for money, because after all Leopoldo was my biological father, and if he became a kidnapper and I saw this girl and didn’t lend a hand, I would be an accomplice.

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I would save the girl, but I wouldn’t let her go like that.

If I let it go like that right away, Leopoldo would have suspected that I had let it go, and then I could have been killed by Leopoldo.

I said, “I can get you out, but it will take time.”

She was very anxious, flattening her little mouth, and with tears rolling down her face, she frowned a little and said to me, “I haven’t seen my daddy for many days, I want to go home, brother can you get me out quickly?”