Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The crew’s hotel in Q City was a three star, the bathrooms were not very good and not too clean and the rooms were rather small.

Nico was disgusted.

Micaela finished showering and came out of the bathroom in a comfortable silk skirt, her long hair dripping and with a fresh lemony smell from the shower gel.

Nico folded her two long legs on the bed, looked at her nonchalantly and tossed out, “Negra.”

“…,” the corner of Micaela’s mouth twitched.

She’s very tanned, but not to the point of being a brunette girl, right?

“The black girl is still your girlfriend.”

He sat up with one arm and sat up straighter, pulling Micaela into his arms, pressing his chin into Micaela’s shoulder, tilting his head to look at her, reaching up to pinch her face, “When this movie is over, I probably won’t know my girlfriend.”

Micaela’s mouth twisted slightly, “It’s that dark out?”

“It’s fine.”

“…”

With Nico’s arrival tonight, Micaela couldn’t read the script and had a rare afternoon off to check Twitter comments on her phone.

Her popularity on Twitter had skyrocketed recently and the number of comments had gone straight from a couple of hundred before to almost 10. 000 comments on a single tweet, which would have exceeded 50. 000 if it was a selfie and a hard photo.

Nico put the blow dryer away, looked down at his wet hair and frowned, “What are you looking at, me here in person and you looking at your phone?”

Nico picked up the dryer and deliberately rubbed his hair, making a mess of his long mane.

Micaela laughed out loud at the comments, “I was just wondering if you guys would still like me if I got fat and ugly one day.”

Nico snorted coldly and said, “These netizens are the three points of view follow five senses, if you really become ugly, it’s more like scolding you.”

A word of warning.

Nico really has the ability to keep people awake at all times.

A pitcher of cold water to awaken all illusions.

Micaela dropped the phone, wrapped her arms around his waist, reached over and touched the bridge of his nose and asked, “Mr. Nico, have you been this toxic since you were a child?”

Nico raised an eyebrow and looked at her, “What, you want to get to know your boyfriend better?”.

Micaela leaned back in his arms, closed her eyes and mumbled, “Well… I just want to know how you get to dislike one thing someone says to the point where you have nothing to say.”

“You want to learn?” Nico squeezed her waist.

“Teach me?”

Nico pinned her down and smoothed her long hair with his big hands, his gaze heavy as he stared at her and said, “I’m charging tuition.”

“You like black girls too, huh?” Micaela choked him with her words.

Nico reached up to remove his neck tie and tossed it aside, his tall, strong, slender figure leaning down. “Black with power, you know?”.

Micaela: … Ultimately, protecting the environment is not an option.

…

The nights in Q City are quiet, with the sound of cicadas chirping outside the windows in summer.

Micaela was exhausted and fell asleep in Nico’s arms, sweating profusely.

Not feeling tired, Nico put an arm around the woman in his arms and picked up his phone to scroll through Micaela’s Twitter feed.

Nico has been following Micaela’s Twitter feed for the past few months since we parted ways.

Nico addressed the 60. 000 comments below a selfie.

“Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, this woman is here to take my soul.”

“I’m a woman and I feel like I’m being bent.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Micaela is so A-okay sweet!”

“I am unilaterally and officially announcing that I have married Husband Huan with a license, any objections?”

“This face, promise me! Make sure you don’t get plastic surgery, okay! I could love you for a million years, baby!”

…

The more Nico scrolled through the comments, the more his brow furrowed.

Are these netizens brain dead? To be so angry at a woman they don’t even know.

Nico tensed his face, as if he felt that what he had was coveted by others, and thousands of them.

The feeling, it was unpleasant.

Nico looked at the comment about marrying Micaela with a license and couldn’t resist responding with abcdefg222, the Twitter sauce account, “He doesn’t agree to marry you.”

Happy husband?

Do these people call their husbands every time they see someone beautiful and handsome?

Nico wants to hide his girlfriend.

Unconsciously, he reached up and pulled the quilt over Micaela upwards, covering her face.

Micaela, who was sleeping, felt a little stuffy and poked her head out.

Nico picked up his phone and commented on Micaela’s Twitter feed, “So handsome? She’s only average looking. Not all actresses are like that.”

Soon after, someone replied to Nicoabcdefg222 that account.

“You’re a little black amateur, aren’t you, how can you call yourself average when you look like that, are your eyes glued to shi?”

“Sorry, I wanted to look so average.” [High smiling face]

“Do all actresses look like this? Hahaha. Look everyone, there’s a blind man here.” [Dog head]

“The lemon spirit is going to look in the mirror first.”

“So you’re beautiful? I haven’t seen such a natural looking actress in years.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, Micaela’s features are each individually a particularly exquisite and atmospheric beauty, and the combination is even more impressive on a face that really has zero dead space in terms of facial value. Even the jaw line is excellent. The key is still high cranial top round head type can be salt can be sweet can be A can be young girl, high cranial top plastic surgery simply can not be rectified, this woman is really absolute.”

“What’s with all the lemon elves these days, you look like this and call it average? How beautiful you are, you can’t justify your words by showing a photo.”

Nico grabbed his phone, blood churning, and almost couldn’t resist taking a picture.

For the first time in his fucking life, someone questioned his looks.

But Nico took one look at the woman lying next to him and was instantly balanced.

As much as these cybernauts lick her, this woman is theirs too.

As for the dogs licking, they do it until they run out of anything and can’t get a finger out of her.

Nico tossed his phone aside and curled up next to Micaela on the bed.

Micaela, half asleep, sensing that he was still awake, reached out and touched his face, murmuring, “Go to sleep, I have to roll over in the morning.”

Nico took advantage of the dim light to take another good look at the delicate face of the woman in his arms, and had to admit that the woman did have her aesthetic point, but, that too, was his.

Nico pulled back the sheets and draped directly over both their heads, showing them off under the covers once more before surrendering.

…

The next morning, Micaela got up for work and Nico was still asleep with his blanket.

Micaela brought Nico some breakfast after breakfast at the hotel canteen and before leaving she reminded him, “Mr. Nico, I brought you some breakfast to put here, remember to eat if you are hungry, I’m going to the set.”

Micaela ducked her head and kissed the bridge of his nose, then left.

Nico lifted the sheets and covered his head.

This woman is fucking heartless, leaving him here alone after sleeping with him.

…

Nico came to see Micaela at Q City and as a direct consequence, Micaela was in an altered emotional state during the shooting.

Once a person is in a happy state of mind, it is difficult to dwell on the character’s sadness and pain.

Almazan shouted “card” several times and asked with a frown, “Micaela, what’s wrong with you today, why are you always out of shape?”

Cesaro scoffed, significantly, “Micaela-sensei is so busy falling in love that she doesn’t want to do the scene.”

The people on the set were stunned, not realizing that Micaela had a boyfriend at such a young age.

Micaela pursed her lips and said, “Almazan Directed, excuse me while I find my form.”

Almazan admired Micaela and said nothing, “Go on, make it quick. We’re not shooting yours today, come on, let’s shoot the others’ scenes first.”

Almazan scrutinized Cesaro and his brow furrowed even more, “Cesaro, what’s wrong with your face, are you learning to fight like a man?”

When Cesaro touched his face, he got angry again. Yesterday, Micaela’s boyfriend was really mean, knowing he was an actor and was going to be on camera, and he was throwing all his fists in her face.

It was humiliating to hit someone without hitting him in the face.

Almazan was furious, “You can’t shoot one at a time, what do you mean, can we give you guys a vacation?”

Micaela, in the corner, took one look at Cesaro’s embarrassed face and couldn’t help but smile.

Nico is really relentless when it comes to beating people up.

Micaela took the script and sank for a while, not long after, the stage manager came over with Micaela’s cell phone, “Micaela, your boyfriend keeps calling you, several times, I’m afraid it’s some kind of emergency and I don’t dare to delay it.”

The note on Micaela’s phone for Nico is “boyfriend”, which was not given by Micaela but was changed by Nico himself with his phone.

Simple and brutal, just write down his number as boyfriend.

Micaela picked up the phone, “Yes, thank you.”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Micaela called Nico back, “What’s up? Calling me so much, I’m filming.”

On the other end of the line, Nico asked in a deathly cold voice, “Where are my panties, where did you put them?”.

Nico wanted to go out at that moment and couldn’t find his damn underwear.

“Oh, I washed it for you last night, it’s hanging in the bathroom, I used the dryer, I don’t know if it’s dry, see for yourself.”

Nico headed for the bathroom while holding his phone in one hand.

Micaela asked, “Did you find it?”

Nico grunted through his nose, “See, hold on.”

Micaela admonished him, “Don’t call me later if you have nothing to do, so the whole crew knows my boyfriend came over last night.”

Nico wasn’t happy: “Can’t I see fucking daylight?

Fuck, this is the first time he’s held back this much, it’s killing him to be in a relationship.

In the old days, what woman wouldn’t be desperate to expose herself to him?

“…”