Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Dario asks her if she still loves Nico.

But today, Micaela cannot distinguish what is love and what is hate.

She picks up the glass of red wine and drains it, drawing an irrelevant smile on her lips, “Can I not answer that question? Love or not, I’m not sure, but I hate him, and you may not know that a big part of the reason I live so well now is perhaps because I hate him, and the best way to hate him is to take root and flourish where he can’t find me.”

Dario looked at her with sympathetic eyes, not knowing what to say to comfort her.

Micaela smiled bitterly and said, “Don’t look at me like that, I hate to be pitied. But what a pity, I try to live so well that he can’t see it. Then punish him, for the rest of his life, for not being able to find me.”

Micaela laughed freely, and as she did so, tears welled up from the corners of her slightly drunken eyes.

Dario took the glass from her hand and frowned, “Stop drinking, you’ve had too much to drink today.”

Tonight Micaela was a bit unrestrained, frowning as she grabbed her bottle and stumbled to the carpet, saying, “No, I want a drink.”

She is so freakishly whimsical that Dario can’t help but be heartbroken and not bother to stop her.

Micaela takes a big gulp of red wine, lifts the bottle with a drunken grin and says, “This is the day to get drunk!”.

Micaela spins in place, dizzy, trips over the carpet under her feet and falls.

Caught by Dario.

Dario looked down at the girl in his arms, gently pressed her forehead with his large hand and said softly, “Micaela, you are very drunk.”

Micaela jerked his hand away from her forehead and her eyes clouded and misted over as she watched him through the warm crystal chandelier, fading into a vision.

The silhouette of the man in front of her was changing in appearance.

Nico.

Micaela smiled and swallowed her throat with a mumbled sigh, “Really, the world is so big that, without a deliberate arrangement, you really won’t meet again, will you?”

“Do you want to see him again?” asked Dario.

Micaela shook her head, “Just think of me as dead, I’m good, he’s good, they’re all good. If I live to see you again, I’m afraid, I’ll really be consumed with hate and do something I’ll regret, dead is dead, alive is alive, as long as I live, I’ll tell those pasts…. how can I not tell, so many wounds … can’t be forgotten after all… can’t be forgotten. Now like this, hating or loving, it doesn’t matter…”

Darius sighed and bent down, picking up Micaela in his arms and carrying her across the room towards the bedroom.

She was too drunk to sober up for a while.

Dario carried her to the bed and turned to pour her a glass of lemonade to soothe her, when Micaela, lying on the bed, grabbed his hand firmly.

“Nico.”

At the corners of her eyes were tears.

Dario looked back at her, doubled over and sat back down beside her, asking, “Who is Nico?”

Dario doesn’t know Nico’s name, the unknown name known only to Nico’s wife.

Micaela curved her lips, “Don’t you know yourself anymore? Oh… I know … Nico, you just want me to admit it, to admit … that I love you for this.”

Darius was stunned for a moment, but finally reached up and stroked her head sympathetically.

He chuckled lightly, as if to her or to himself, “I still like the Micaela who was filled with pride and told me that stopping in time is the highest level of self-discipline in adult relationships. now, how come I can’t do that again?”

Darius, in general, understood why he had lost, far from being able to withstand the intensity of Micaela’s feelings to destruction.

Tonight, Micaela became his sister, his family.

Seeing her drunk, he was a gentleman and did not touch a finger on her.

It had been a regret he loved but could not love, and now it was before him, but in the end he was wise enough to stop there.

Micaela was right, the best emotion between them was point-blank affection.

He still liked her, only she was no longer his beloved.

As pitiful as it was regrettable, it was better than this mutual torture of tears and violent, destructive hatred.

Darius pulled up her blankets and tucked her in gently, “Sleep well, it will still be daylight.”

Darius left the bedroom.

The moment he closed the door, even he couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

He is still destined to be just a gentleman.

Being the gangly bastard Nico was, he could never be.

I don’t know if he was lucky or unlucky.

…

The year after leaving Nico, Micaela traveled alone to the countries around England, stopping to pick up and film scenes for her new movie.

The camera has taken many beautiful and elevated pictures.

Having seen the great nature, it seems that even the mood improves, and having seen the eyes of the world, they become forgiving.

He has tanned a little with excursions and shooting abroad.

On the way back to the airport, wearing a baseball cap and mask, carrying a large black school bag and wearing casual clothes, she bumped into children running around.

Micaela’s camera fell to the ground.

The child panicked and the child’s mother rushed to apologize all the while, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, apologize to your aunt quickly. I’m so sorry, did you break the camera?”.

“It’s okay, I’ll see.”

At that moment, Nico, who was moving to the same airport, hears a familiar voice and stops dead in his tracks as he looks back.

Micaela bends down to pick up the camera.

Looking back for a moment, the crowd swarmed and Nico didn’t see the memory of her back after all.

He looked back and lost his smile for a moment, feeling a bit incredulous.

How could he still be having those visions after Micaela had been gone for so long?

Even if the voice he had just heard was real, it was just that, a voice that bore a slight resemblance to his own, and the world is a big place, but it was just a coincidence.

Nico headed towards the left side of the airport, which was heading towards Southeast Asia.

Micaela holds her camera to the right, which is toward Europe and America.

South of the border.

Amid the tide of people, countless heads popped and figures bobbed, and soon, they were drowning in a sea of people.

…

Nico put an end to his long-distance roaming.

He did a lot of rocky stuff, fighting drug dealers, delivering weapons guns, and fighting terrorist attacks.

He’s still alive and well.

Back in The Holy City, all winding and dusty, Savanna laughed at the sight of him and said he was dark-skinned.

Nico’s skin was originally pale and cold, but now, with his tan, it doesn’t detract from his attractiveness, and his air is still instantly recognizable in a crowd.

But even so, Micaela was still lost in the crowd.

Savanna said, “Brother, during your absence, I’ve been cleaning out the attic like you told me to – big red envelope!”

Nico had just arrived home and hadn’t even had time to rest before heading to the small loft in Luna Bay’s backyard.

Savanna followed, “Brother, why are you walking so fast, you’re not tired even though you just got back from a bumpy ride.”

Nico added, “I have some things for your sister-in-law, I’ll put them first.”

Savanna walked behind, her nose suddenly ached, her brother was so in love with Miss Micaela.

After all this time, my brother still misses Miss Micaela all the time.

Nico brought many gifts.

His photographs of Northern Lights in Antarctica, Arctic snow, rainforest coffee beans, exotic shells on ocean beaches, exotic treasures, a world Savanna has never seen.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Savanna looked at them and froze for a long time.

Once Nico put them in place, she launched, “I’m going back inside to shower and come back to The Amengual Family with me later to see Grandpa.”

Nico stepped out of the small attic room, patted the diamond ring in his pocket and looked at it unconsciously.

Savanna rushed out at that moment with mock relief and rushed at him, “Brother~ Brother! When are you going to give me the big red envelope, did I do a good job with what you asked for?”

With such haste on Savanna’s part, the diamond ring Nico was clenching in his fingertips slipped and rolled down the wooden stairs with a thud.

Below, a meadow and a tropical forest.

The ring was quickly swamped by grass and rainbows and rolled to who knows where.

Savanna stood open-mouthed, wide-eyed and a little backward, knowing it was Miss Micaela’s diamond ring.

She was, just now, careless.

“Brother, I… I didn’t mean to, I’m going to help you find it now!”

Nico stood at the top of the ladder, grabbed Savanna by the shoulders and said in a haze, “Forget it, it’s probably fate, I can’t even hold on to it, there’s no point in me holding on to a dead thing. Throw it away.”

She said she didn’t care as much as he did.

But Savanna saw the momentary dejection and grayness in her brother’s eyes.

As if there was nothing more to wait for.