Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Savanna Amengual ran to Moon Lake Village after school, entering the house with her school bag on her back.

“Brother! Brother! Brother Brother Brother Brother Giggle Giggle Giggle…”

When Nico ignored the people, Savanna Amengual kept shouting.

Savanna Amengual put on her slippers and came in asking cheerfully, “Brother, where is Miss Micaela, are we having Thai lemon chicken claws tonight?”

Nico gave her a cold look and tossed out a grumpy, “Eat the bun.”

Savanna Amengual’s face was tense, “What good are buns, I don’t eat buns! I want French food! Lemon chicken claws! Fried chicken! Sweet and sour ribs! Crayfish!”

“If you want to eat this, go back to the Amengual Group, I don’t have any here.”

Savanna Amengual, not knowing why, gave a whimsical pout, “Not me! I want Miss Micaela’s lemon chicken claws and sukiyaki fried chicken and crayfish!”.

“Then go get her, what’s the point of looking for me!” growled Nico to Savanna Amengual.

Savanna Amengual gave a gasp, shrugged her neck and replied, “Bro … you got problems with Miss Micaela, huh?”.

Savanna Amengual poked her little head out and asked him.

Nico’s dark eyes looked at her coldly, and he said word for word, “I have separated from her, and if you mention her once in the future, a thousand dollars will be deducted from your living expenses.”

Nico glared at her with a fierce glare before walking past her and heading upstairs.

Savanna Amengual followed him up the stairs like a little worm, chattering after him, “Brother, why are you so heartless? Miss Micaela has been with you for so long, at least, and you say you don’t love her, so you don’t love her?”

Nico stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at his sister, “Savanna Amengual, what are you babbling about?”

Savanna Amengual covered her little mouth and her big eyes widened, plucking and hanging mercilessly is a bit of a blunt way of putting it, but words are not blunt!

“Brother, Miss Micaela is so pathetic, her family is extorting five million from her and you keep leaving her now, let me tell you if you miss her, you won’t be able to find such a good girlfriend in the future!”

Nico’s pace up the stairs took another lurch and he frowned, “What did you just say?”

Savanna Amengual tilted her little head and justified it, “I’m saying that if you miss Miss Micaela, you won’t find such a good girlfriend again!”

“Not this sentence.”

“I said you abandoned her!”

“Previous sentence.”

Savanna Amengual: “…”

“Oh, I say her family extorted five million from her and you abandoned her when she was so miserable!”

Nico’s eyes deepened, five million, is that why he asked her for five million in the first place?

But the thought of the woman’s disguised face made Nico’s softened heart cool again.

Let him live or die, he doesn’t have to have her.

He’s not a man who can’t get out of his own way.

…

The zoo, with its crowds and lights.

After Micaela and Pastora Apostol had their French dinner, they changed clothes to freshen up.

Pastora Apostol looked at the pretty women on this dance floor and put a hand on Micaela’s shoulder in her strapless dress, “Micaela, I don’t see any problem finding another one tonight.”

Micaela’s long, pretty arm reached over to the bar, tapped her slender fingers and said to the bartender, “Un mojito.”

Pastora Apostol looked at her in astonishment, “You’re really going to drink tonight, aren’t you?”.

This mojito is not cocktail high, but it is still ten percent alcohol, and Pastora Apostol remembers that Micaela is the one who gets drunk on all the fruit wines.

Micaela said, “I can’t get drunk.”

When the waiter finished preparing a lime mojito, Micaela picked it up, tilted her head to one side and drank it in one gulp with the greatest gusto.

The bartender was shocked, “Beauty, that’s not how you drink cocktails, you’re drinking it, aren’t you?”.

Micaela put a wad of red hundred dollar bills on the bar, “I have money, don’t worry if I don’t pay, have another!”.

The waitress, Lita, gave her a silent thumbs up, this girl is a bully.

Micaela drank eight more cocktails and was already raving on the dance floor with Pastora Apostol.

Micaela is stunningly beautiful and has a superb body that attracts many flirts.

One of the handsome young men approached and put his arm around Micaela’s waist, smiling as he accosted the half-drunk Micaela, “Don’t you have a boyfriend, beautiful?”.

Micaela curved her lips into a soulful smile and threw her arms around the younger man’s neck, “This girl is single, do you want to chase me?”.

Her smile with some drunkenness was even more intoxicating.

The young man is so enchanted that he can’t wait to have a room with Micaela in his arms right now.

But Micaela touched his chest with a finger and asked teasingly, “Do you have any money?”.

The young man looked at her mischievously, “How much do you want?”.

Micaela jabbed him hard in the chest with her finger, moving closer, poking him straight back, “Are you, like, rich like Nico?”.

She doesn’t want to pick up a poorer, stingier man.

Micaela hiccupped and said to herself, “If you’re richer than Nico, I’ll think about it.”

After finding a half-drunk Micaela on the dance floor, Pastora Apostol rushed to pull her aside and Pastora Apostol kept apologizing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my friend was drunk and crazy!”

Pastora Apostol bumps into people in her haste as she drags Micaela off the dance floor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Matthew is hit in the back.

Pastora Apostol, with her arm around a drunken Micaela, ran out of the bar, Matthew always thought the girl looked familiar.

Micaela looked so stunning that Matthew clearly remembered where he had seen her before.

“Oh… Nico the little bride! I said why does she look so familiar?”

Shit, this little girlfriend is no slouch, out stealing food behind Nico’s back.

No, Matthew is a public spirited man, he should tell Nico.

If not, how pathetic to be green and not know it.

Matthew pulled out his phone and called Nico.

Nico was slow to answer, freshly showered and with a towel to wipe his damp hair, taking the phone in one hand, “Hi, how’s it going?”

Nico was very unenthusiastic.

Matthew hummed softly, “It’s been a long time, you don’t miss me, do you?”.

“What do I want with you, to fuck you?”

Matthew vomited and the ecologists couldn’t stop Nico: “Mr. Nico ~ there’s something I don’t know if … should say!”

“Rot in your stomach if you don’t tell it right!”

Nico wants to hang up the phone.

Matthew yelled back, “Come on, I’m not done yet! That little girlfriend of yours isn’t with you now, is she?”.

Matthew doesn’t seem to mind eating and snacking on things.

Nico added, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“No, just last summer when we were playing poker and all of a sudden he came in and lit his cigarette in the booth, wasn’t that your new little girlfriend?”

Matthew is talking about Micaela.

“What is it, say.”

“Didn’t you just say you don’t have a girlfriend?”

Nico gritted his teeth, the words coming out of his teeth in an unkind way, “If you don’t say something, you can go to hell.”

Matthew: “I saw your little girlfriend on the bar floor dancing with the guys! She was hugging everyone. She was so drunk she didn’t even want to leave because she was having such a good time, and her friend finally dragged her away!”

Nico gritted his teeth, his jaw tense, as he hung up the phone without saying anything.

Manipulation.

She just split up and she’s having fun with another man?

Does this woman have a fucking heart?

Nico threw the phone in his hand straight at the door.

Bang.

The phone screen, instantly in tatters.

Nico brought his hands to his hips, inhaling and exhaling, his chest heaving with rage, cocking his head slightly to the side in anger.

Not even Estefani Esquilin, who once turned him green, is as fucking arrogant as Micaela.

After a long moment, Nico looked at the phone lying quietly on the floor and slid the lump in his throat several times before finally reaching over and picking it up.

The phone still worked.

Nico placed a call to Campoverde and the man ordered in a cold, expressionless voice on the other end of the line, “Find out where Micaela is. ”

When Campoverde received the call, he was genuinely confused. In the morning, he was trying to close Micaela, and in the afternoon, what was it all about?

Campoverde: We are not afraid to ask, not afraid to tell.

“Okay, Mr. Nico.”

…

In this way, Pastora Apostol returned Micaela to her apartment in the street of Fiesta del Rio.

Micaela plopped down on the sofa.

The apartment is loft-style on the upper and lower floors, and Pastora Apostol could not get the drunken Micaela upstairs by herself.

Pastora Apostol took a blanket and put it over Micaela, “Micaela, you can stay on the couch for tonight! Micaela!”

Pastora Apostol was about to turn around to pour her a cup of hot boiled water when her hand was pulled by Micaela behind her.

“Nico.”

Pastora Apostol: “Huh?”

Micaela closed her eyes and scolded him, “I’m blind from sleeping with you for so long…!”

Pastora Apostol caressed her lips, looked at her helplessly, dropped down beside her and asked in a whisper, “Micaela, are you in love with Nico?”

“Like … Like an air.” She doesn’t like him, he’s in cahoots with The Matamoros family! She was never going to like him!

The corners of Pastora Apostol’s mouth twitched.