Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

After lunch, Malia Monica proposed a card game.

At this age, the only way to pass the time in town was to play a little poker.

Malia Monica said, “Micaela, Nico, come to the landlord with Grandma.”

Micaela froze, looking at Malia Monica and then at Nico…. That trio of landlubbers?

Why is the aura so why.

Nico didn’t feel uncomfortable, pulled up a chair and said, “How entertaining is a landlord, I’ll keep you company.”

Micaela also had to sit down and accompany Malia Monica in her landlord fight.

Nico said, “We don’t bet on money, we have to bet on something else, otherwise it’s no fun to play empty-handed.”

Malia Monica smiled and asked Nico, “What’s the bet, Nico you say, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Nico brought a stack of white A4 papers, “Whoever loses gets a white ballot on their face, what do you think, Grandma?”

Malia Monica couldn’t stop smiling, “Okay, publish it.”

Micaela frowned, “How silly and unbecoming of Grandma.”

Malia Monica looked at Micaela and said, “Are you belittling Grandma for being too old to play with the things you young people play with?”

“…” still being stubborn in his old age.

Micaela took a pair of scissors and cut out a bunch of white strips and taped them with double-sided tape on the face of whoever lost.

After a dozen games, Micaela had three white stripes on her face, Nico had the most, eight or nine, and Malia Monica had two.

“Nico, you don’t know how to play cards, you look like you don’t know how to bet.”

Nico said, “Grandma, I’m a good boy, I don’t gamble or play poker.

Micaela: …

Players who can usually throw a lot of money at the tables, even playing all-in on a hand to win or lose, have the nerve to say they never bet in poker.

Micaela recalls that when she met Nico, she went to a bar to meet him, and he happened to be playing poker with some of his friends, and the chips on the table were huge, with millions or even tens of millions of dollars being won or lost in a hand.

A good guy? Nico is not a good boy.

Malia Monica looks at Nico and the more she sees, “Men who don’t gamble well and don’t play cards and drink well are especially obedient and compliant to their wives.”

After playing until 2:30 in the afternoon, Malia Monica got sleepy and dragged Micaela with her to the guest room to rest.

Once inside the guest room, Malia Monica closed the door nonchalantly behind her and asked with a smile, “I came to your house on the National Holiday and saw a pair of men’s boxer shorts in the closet, they were Nico’s, right?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“…” Had Malia Monica already discovered that a man had lived in her house?

“Why don’t you say something, or not?”

Micaela nodded, “It’s him.”

If she hadn’t, her grandmother would have thought she had a messy love life.

Malia Monica shook his hand with a sigh of satisfaction and said, “Nico’s a good kid, pretty solid.

Is he the real deal?

Micaela: Grandma, you really don’t know him.

But at that, too, Micaela could only laugh.

Before Malia Monica went to bed for a nap, she instructed Micaela: “When two people get along, they have to give in to each other’s encouragement, especially you, who I know are as stubborn as your mother, and Nico, although he’s nice to talk to, you have to be nice once in a while.”

Just Nico, can we talk?

“Micaela, when you get to your grandmother’s age, you’ll know that it’s not easy to meet someone you like and like in your life.

…

Micaela comes out of the guest room and sees Nico sitting on the couch watching TV.

Nico asked, “Is grandma asleep?”.

Micaela walked over, sat down next to him, looked at him and said, “Mr. Nico, thank you.”

Nico was slightly taken aback and raised an eyebrow at her, “Thank you for what?”.

This is the first time I’ve heard such a sincere thank you from him, which is rare.

Micaela remembered, “It seems to me that my grandmother hasn’t been as happy as she is now for a long, long time since my mother passed away, thank you Mr. Nico for making my grandmother happy.”

Nico looked into her eyes, as if for the first time he could feel her most genuine and sincere gratitude.

“How are you going to thank me?”

“Huh?” Obviously Micaela wasn’t expecting Nico to ask her that, she was just thanking him in passing, where would someone get on the pole?

Nico leaned over to her and put his hands on her waist, saying, “I don’t accept verbal thanks, do it for real.”

“… How do you want me to thank you?”

She was about to say that he was a nice guy, but now it seems that he is actually a non-profit entrepreneur.

Nico pinned her down on the couch and kissed her for a long time before, fully clothed, he got up and headed for the study, dropping the words, “I want you all day when Grandma’s not around.”

“A date?”

Nico plopped down and admitted, “Going out during the day and doing misty at night. But… if you’re lazy to go out and do misty during the day and night, that’s fine with me.”

“…” Then it’s better for her to go on a daytime date.

In the evening, Nico works in his studio.

Micaela cut a plate of fruit and handed it to Malia Monica to eat, but Malia Monica didn’t want to eat it, “Take it to Nico, Nico works a lot.”

Micaela burst out laughing, “Grandma, why do you keep talking about him three times already? He’ll eat only if he wants to, and he’s very picky, he doesn’t eat all the fruit.”

“How do you know he won’t eat it if you don’t bring it to him and ask him? I’m sleepy, I’m going to bed, be good.”

Micaela looks at the time, it’s only nine o’clock, the old man’s biological clock is very regular.

Micaela looked at the big plate of cut fruit, which she could not finish alone, and took it to the study for Nico.

“Mr. Nico, I have cut some fruit, would you like to eat some while you work?”

Nico ignored her and Micaela, thinking she wasn’t going to eat, turned around with the fruit and prepared to leave.

Consequently, Nico reprimanded her, “Come back, there is plenty of fruit, do you want to eat it all by yourself?”.

“Didn’t … didn’t you just say anything?”

“I’m not used to talking until something is done.”

Oh, that’s right.

Micaela moved the plate of fruit closer to her table and dropped it, ready to leave, “Eat then, I’ll pick up the plate when you’re done.”

As soon as she turned around, Nico reached out and sat her in his arms.

“You don’t work anymore?”

“It’s okay to work like this.”

Micaela: … But she didn’t want to be held by him so work.

Nico picked up a few pieces of melon with his silver fork, forked a piece and passed it into Micaela’s mouth.

Micaela was experienced enough to know he was teasing her and made sure to bend the fork halfway through the meal, so she didn’t open her mouth.

Nico couldn’t help but look at her, “Your boyfriend feeds you and you don’t even appreciate it? How uninteresting you are as a woman.”

“You must be playing a game of…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Nico popped the piece of melon into her mouth and the man raised an eyebrow, “Who said I was playing games with you? Don’t always think of me as sinister, okay?”.

“…”

Nico sighed, “You’re such an uninteresting woman, I’m the only one who would take you in, who else would want you?”

Talk about being lost.

I don’t know who threatened her with banning and forced her to be his girlfriend.

Micaelalita doesn’t speak, she can’t argue with him anyway.

Nico reached over and grabbed her chin, “Speak.”

“What does it say…?”

Nico rested his chin on her shoulder and hugged her, his eyes on the computer screen at work, and said absently, “Tell me about your family.”

Micaela’s eyes darkened for a moment at the mention of this and she tugged at the corners of her lips. “What can you talk about with all that shit at home, it’s shit Mr. Nico wouldn’t like to hear.”

“You know I don’t like to hear it without saying it, are you my girlfriend or a tummy worm?”

Micaela sat in his arms, silent for a while, and finally said, “I haven’t told anyone much about that mess at home, so I don’t know where to start.

Sometimes, it’s not that you don’t want to talk about these things, it’s that when you want to, you don’t have the right listener around, and after that period of time, you don’t like to talk about them.

In the adult world, suffering simmers and it seems pretentious to talk about it too much.