Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

In the middle of the night, Savanna Amengual was so sleepy she kept yawning.

Micaela said, “Savanna, go back, I’ll keep watch here.”

Savanna Amengual was amused, “Okay, I’ll come back then.”

Soon, only Nico and Micaela were left in the room.

Micaela sat on the edge of the bed and watched Nico silently for a while, just as she was about to get up to get a glass of water, as soon as she did, the man on the bed immediately pulled her hand.

“What are you doing there?”

How long had it been since he’d told Savanna Amengual he was watching him and was leaving?

Nico stared at her with fierce eyes.

Micaela frowned, “I’m going to pour a glass of water.”

“…”

Nico got a lump in his throat before silently letting go of her hand.

Micaela turned to pour water and asked, “Would you like a drink?”

Nico didn’t have the stomach for it and blurted out one word in a harsh voice, “Drink!”.

Micaela poured herself a glass of water and brought it to him, her obedience made Nico furious.

Nico poured the glass of water and the hot water accidentally spilled on the back of Micaela’s hand.

It didn’t hurt, but Micaela frowned.

Nico looked at the back of her hand, which had been splashed with hot water, and felt a little guilty, but the small guilt in his heart was quickly rubbed away by a man named Dario Cepeda.

“Nico, what the hell do you want? If I remember correctly, we officially broke up two hours ago.”

Formal breakup?

Nico sent Campoverde to investigate and Dario Cepeda had returned to the country some time before.

So, Micaela now breaks up with him to go on a double date with Dario Cepeda?

What does she think Nico is, that he can only be a backup?

No door.

Nico stared at her, a grim, cold smile through gritted teeth. “You can break up if you want, let me play with it for a week.”

His face was cold and cruel, and his words trampled on Micaela’s dignity.

Micaela’s heart stopped dead in its tracks, and her heart sank into hell for a moment.

Her heart was worth less to him than scrap metal, and he allowed himself to trample on it.

Micaela fought the sharpness in her throat, took a deep breath, and slowly copied her hands into her coat, but those hands, which took a long time to slip into the coat pockets, were shaking.

Nevertheless, she smiled and asked, “I dare to ask Mr. Nico, what if I don’t?”

Nico looked at her coldly and cynically, with a nonchalant look that made people want to smash his overly elegant and charming face, “You know, I can kill a little actor like you with no more effort than squashing an ant. You can choose not to say yes, I won’t force you, there’s no point in forcing a melon to squirm.”

Micaela smiled, a miserable smile, and watched Nico laugh and be silent for a long moment.

Both hands in his coat pockets, clenched into fists, his knuckles pale.

In the end, he just said, “Okay, I get it. One week, just one week, and I hope Mr. Nico keeps his promise, and in one week, we’ll be from bridge to bridge, road to road, and nothing else.”

Nico’s handsome face seemed to be drenched with water, and only one harsh word left the man’s thin lips, “Go away.”

Micaela smiled slightly, nonchalantly, and well, rolled away.

Micaela turned around, walking to the living room door and shutting it tightly.

Behind the living room door, she stood still, trembling, her eyes red.

Nico thought, “It’s just a matter of bowing down and confessing to him and pouting, is that so hard?

In the end, she just wanted to leave him, even if she felt humiliated.

The burn on that back was even more painful, a painful, heartbreaking tear.

Not that she hadn’t experienced gunshots before, but no wound had ever hurt like this, it hurt so much that the internal organs were leaking blood.

…

During the week, Nico was hospitalized for six days and did not summon Micaela.

Micaela thought he had forgotten.

But on the last day, Nico took her to the couture store.

She stood next to Nico with her hair exquisitely coiffed, wearing a beautiful evening gown and a pair of silver heels that shone brighter than crystal shoes.

The couture clerk looked at the couple in the mirror, smiled flatteringly and threw them a compliment, “Mr. Nico and Miss Micaela make a perfect couple, the man is handsome and the woman beautiful, they are a divine couple.”

Micaela looked at herself in the mirror, standing next to Nico, as if she were an exquisite and incomparable toy and he was the guest.

Micaela tugged at the corners of her lips, raised her hand and was about to put her arm around Nico’s, but the man had already let go of her arm and was the first to turn around and walk out of the couture store.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

The couture store clerk, looking at Nico’s nonchalant back and then at Micaela, who had stayed outside, was embarrassed for a moment.

He was embarrassing her.

Micaela still smiling slightly, pampering herself as she walked out of the couture store alone, her back straight as a queen.

She wouldn’t let anyone break her; she wouldn’t allow herself to be that weak.

As she got into the car, Nico, at her side, said to Campoverde, who was driving in front of her, “Go to Thunder Pond Casino.”

The Thunder Pond subway casino is where many of the rich and famous throw their money.

It’s no surprise that Nico is going.

But Micaela could never imagine that Nico’s rival in the bet would be Dario Cepeda.

In the glow of the mingling of drinks and the meeting of gazes, Micaela felt for a moment that the world had changed.

The man, who had transformed from a poor teenager into an impressive, if alienating, role model for the new venture capitalist in London’s financial city.

Dario Cepeda, was really back.

After the breakup, Micaela had thought about their reunion, but never expected to see him again, next to another man, in the glamorous and eager casino of fame and fortune.

While she was lost in thought, Nico was already looking down and whispering in her ear like a lover’s whisper, “Can’t you stop staring at your former lover?”

Those words were full of sarcasm and coldness.

But what Micaela doesn’t know is that Nico is going crazy with jealousy.

Micaela swallowed saliva and turned her head to smile sweetly at Nico, “Mr. Nico is joking, I don’t know that man, very well.

He’s not familiar.

Nico grimaced, slipped his arm around Micaela’s shoulder and said, “Since I don’t know him well, I’m not going to be polite when we play later.”

Micaela merely smiled faintly, hiding all the emotions that had been dislodged from her mind.

Dario Cepeda said calmly, “Since Mr. Nico is here, let’s get down to business.”

Micaela could hear that between Dario Cepeda and Nico a bet had been agreed upon.

Taking a seat, Micaela was but a delicate and pretty companion to accompany Nico.

Nico looked down from time to time and asked playfully and intimately in her ear, “Guess why he bet against me?”.

Micaela’s guess was wrong.

Nico then smiled coldly, emotionlessly, “I see, you can’t guess either, how about, a surprise?”

Micaela is repressed, like a delicate ornament that doesn’t say a word, maintaining only a subdued yet unmistakable appearance.

Nico looked at her perfectly disguised mask and just wanted to rip the skin off.

Dario Cepeda looked deeply into Micaela’s eyes next to Nico, smiled slightly and asked, “How does Mr. Nico want to play?”

Nico curved his lips, “When you play with Mr. Matthew, of course you have to play with something exciting, how about everything?”

“Sounds good to me.”

All-in, a deal of a game with all the chips on the table.

Dario Cepeda drew all the chips in front of him with aplomb.

But the next second, Nico smiled a little and opened his mouth unexpectedly, “What’s the point of betting on the money, how about betting on something else today?”

“Mr. Nico, but say no more.”

Nico glanced meaningfully at the woman next to him before his sharp gaze settled back on Dario Cepeda. “I’ve heard that Mr. Matthew has been hiding a woman in his heart, if I lose, I’ll give you that woman, how about it?”

Micaela’s eyelashes fluttered wildly.

Nico’s way of humiliating people is really special, using them as a bet, cheap as hell.

Nico got it, crushing and crushing all her pride, smashing it over and over again until it turned to mud.

Dario Cepeda looked at Micaela for a moment, but his words were directed at Nico: “If Mr. Nico is willing, I’m willing to play. But I’m afraid Mr. Nico will lose and break the contract.”

Nico laughed unnecessarily, “It’s just a pair of shoes I’m tired of wearing, and Mr. Matthew wants them very much, so it’s no problem to take them.”