Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

This Christmas Eve it has been snowing all winter in The Holy City.

Snow covered the entire town and city in a white landscape with a trail of dirty muddy footprints on the snow-white ground.

After canceling all her appointments, Micaela returned to L City to spend the New Year with Malia Monica.

Even Black and White, which was due to open at 00:00 on New Year’s Eve, she didn’t feel like seeing.

She glanced at the two movie tickets in her purse and was momentarily self-absorbed.

This is the movie ticket the producer had given her.

She had purposely chosen a corner seat.

Before that, it was meant to be seen with Nico.

Now …

Micaela tore up the movie ticket and threw it in the trash.

Malia Monica was making dumplings and mixing the filling when she asked Micaela: “Huanhuan, is Nico coming to town for New Year’s Eve this year? Last time he came to say it was cold in the house, but now we have two air conditioners, why isn’t he coming?”

Yes, the house is warm enough for a thin sweater, but Nico won’t be back.

Last Christmas Eve, when the house was freezing, Nico hugged her and they slept in the car all night, watching together and waiting for the New Year.

Micaela swallowed saliva, she didn’t want to worry Malia Monica, so she made a perfunctory comment in the inner room, “Don’t come, she has relatives who also have to go for New Year’s.”

Malia Monica, while wrapping the meatballs, nodded, “That’s right, every family has to visit their relatives during New Year’s, ask him to come when he’s free.

Micaela let out an “Oh”, already distracted.

Micaela opened Facebook on her phone and her chat with Nico, which stopped in the last year.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Unbeknownst to her, they had been abstinent for almost six months.

When she went to Q-Town to shoot ‘Black and White’, Nico flew a thousand miles to celebrate her birthday in Q-Town and threw a sky full of fireworks for her.

Micaela is a non-talker, but she couldn’t help but wet herself.

Every memory Nico gave her was like an eternity etched, radiant and indelible.

Only then did she feel it was so hard to convince someone.

“Micaela, come and help me make meatballs, what are you doing in your room?”

Micaela pouted, “Oh, here it comes.”

On Christmas Eve night, after Micaela accompanied Malia Monica to New Year’s Eve dinner, Malia Monica lay on the couch and lazily watched the show while Micaela absentmindedly flicked through her phone.

Soon after, she received a call on the phone.

She picked it up and it was Dario Cepeda’s voice: “Micaela, Merry Christmas Eve. ”

“Same fun.”

On Dario Cepeda’s side, there were firecrackers that sounded very animated.

Dario Cepeda added: “I’m in L City, at the entrance of your alley, come out and meet me…”

Micaela was stunned and a little surprised that, after all these years, Dario Cepeda remembered that she had mentioned to him how many L-towns her grandmother’s family lived in.

Dario Cepeda had come uninvited, but Micaela had no reason not to see him.

After hanging up the phone, Micaela said, “Abuela, I’m going out for a while.”

Malia Monica’s eyes lit up with joy, “Is that Nico coming?”.

“No, a regular friend asked me something, I’ll be right back.”

Malia Monica was a little lost, but didn’t ask much, “Go on then, it’s cold outside, keep your clothes on.”

“Okay.”

Micaela put on her down jacket, scarf and snow boots at the door before heading out with her cell phone.

It was dark outside, but firecrackers and fireworks were going off all over town and the whole sky was lit up.

The snow has stopped, but the ground is still covered in snow.

The sound of puffing and walking in the snow can be heard.

Last time at this point, from the alley, she was trotting out because the person she wanted to see was waiting for her at the end of the alley.

As Micaela walks down the alley, she laughs to herself, “I’ve broken up with him, but I still think of Nico everywhere.

As she exited the shallow alley, Micaela caught a glimpse of Dario Cepeda, who was standing by the car waiting for her.

Dressed in a black wool coat, his air was outstanding, and the sky was lit up from time to time with fireworks, the light of which reflected off his face.

A short distance away, Micaela peered out with a cursory glance and, for a moment, saw Dario Cepeda as another face.

Dario Cepeda looked at her and also smiled like a light gentleman.

Micaela bowed her head slightly and leaned closer, exhaling a cold breath as she said, “What brings you here?”

Dario Cepeda looked at Savanna with heavy, shallow words, “Trying to fulfill a promise that went unfulfilled, five years ago.”

He had said he wanted to spend Christmas Eve night together.

Micaela laughed quietly and lightly, “I was too young to say anything pretentious.”

“I took it seriously.” Dario Cepeda kept his gaze on her, his eyes dark.

Micaela didn’t avoid his gaze, just released it and leaned against the side of the car with him, watching the fireworks explode in the sky from time to time, and said, “I didn’t think you remembered where my grandmother’s house was after all these years.”

“Everything you said, I remember.” Dario Cepeda added, “It doesn’t matter if you wrote those letters or if someone else imitated your handwriting and wrote them to me, what matters is that now I’m back and I can see you and haunt you again.”

Micaela looked at him with a lost smile, “After all these years, you haven’t changed a bit, you’re still so dominant.”

“The whole thing about coming back to haunt you was never about you, it was about me.”

Micaela nodded, “Well, to Dario Cepeda’s way of thinking, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Dario Cepeda looked at her with an unmistakable seriousness in his eyes and said, “It was my sin and I confess it.”

“But I … you don’t seem to like it anymore.”

Micaela also thought how nice it would be if the person she liked now was still Dario Cepeda.

It must be a great story when a broken mirror meets an old dream, a long-awaited reunion.

But the reality is rather this: if you miss it, you miss it, and if you look back, you’re lost.

“One can fall in love with someone many times in life, I can wait, wait for you to fall in love with me again, Micaela, I’m yours for the rest of my life, let yourself be, this affair, it’s not something I’m only sure of now, I was five years ago when I was with you. Maybe that’s why I was determined to leave, I thought I could make up my mind about this relationship, as long as I loved you, even if I was gone ten years, you’d still be mine.”

Micaela curved her lips and said with relief, “I thought I would blame you for the rest of my life, but when you suddenly came back to me, I realized that I had stopped blaming you a long time ago, you weren’t wrong to pursue your career, and you weren’t wrong to break up with me, it’s just that at that time I wanted a home, I wanted three meals for two people, but at that time you wanted good material things and a promising life. ”

“Dario Cepeda, neither of us is wrong, what happens is that we have erred perfectly with our life goals.”

“But now, there will be no more losses. Whatever goal you set for your life, whatever it is, I can be with you as long as you want to achieve it. Whether it’s making three meals for two or four seasons, whether it’s getting a career as a movie queen, I’ll be there for you.”

Dario Cepeda turned his head and looked at her with a warm smile, reaching out and rubbing her head with a loving look.

Micaela looked up at him, smiling weakly, speechless.

But she, she no longer needs him.

The thorny path she has learned on her own.