Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela had a hard time getting into the play, and after a day on set, Nico hadn’t called her back.

I thought Nico was a rebellious guy who would do whatever he was told not to do, and whatever he was told not to do, but to my surprise, this boyfriend was quite obedient.

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It was dark when we called it a day.

A staff member came running up and said, “Micaela, it’s very late, let me take you home.”

Micaela smiled and declined, “No, the hotel is close enough, I can walk back by myself, I appreciate it.”

“That … Is what Mr. Nico ordered. ” The field reporter leaned close to Micaela’s ear and spoke ambiguously.

Micaela froze, wondering what kind of trick Nico was up to.

The field reporter threw another meaningful comment at Micaela: “There’s a surprise.”

Micaela lost her smile and, carrying her purse, said, “Then you can leave me.”

The set chief drove a crew car, with Micaela in the back, for about ten minutes before arriving.

“This isn’t the way back to the hotel, is it?”

The field reporter joked with a smile, “What surprises there might be at the hotel. There’s still more than half an hour left, so take a break.”

Micaela dared not rest, she had to keep an eye on where this staff was taking her, otherwise she wouldn’t even know if she was being sold.

I texted Nico and surprisingly he didn’t respond.

Fifty minutes later, the car stopped in a wild sea.

If the employee hadn’t been so thin, Micaela would have thought I was planning to murder her and throw her body into the sea.

Micaela got out of the car and the staff drove off without a word.

Micaela could not scream in time.

Micaela looked around in the darkness of the sea, the beach was a wild beach, she was wearing a thin dress and the cool breeze of the night on the beach made her clutch her arms.

Micaela turned on her cell phone to call Nico and had just done so when she heard the sound of a phone not far away.

Micaela turns around and sees the man smiling at her with the cell phone to his ear.

Nico was wearing a black shirt, cuffs rolled casually up to his slender little arms, cell phone glued to his ear in one hand and his pants pocket in the other, standing carefree on the beach not far away, even the night breeze became his companion.

Micaela asked, “What did you bring me here for?”.

Nico hung up the phone and didn’t answer her.

Instead, he touched a cigarette, the lighter clicked and a small cluster of bright flames ignited, Nico put the cigarette to his mouth and lit it.

And then he turned to take the glowing star cigarette and light the rows of fireworks behind them.

In the darkness, they could hear the sound of the fireworks wires burning.

Micaela stood a little dazed, looking at the small line of burning sparks on the beach and vaguely aware of something.

After lighting the entire fuse, Nico quietly stood up and walked back from the beach in faith.

The fuse was activated and countless fireworks went up behind Nico, bursting into the air.

Under the smoke and fire, her eyes were like torches, clear and dark, and the night sea breeze made her shirt bulge slightly as Nico took a determined step towards her.

The fireworks behind him blossomed even more.

Micaela watched him and the fireworks, as if merging into one in the night, in an amazingly elegant way.

Until Nico came to her side and shared this shower of fireworks with her.

The man wrapped his arms around her back, looked at her with downcast savannah eyes and whispered in her ear in a very magnetic low voice, “Happy birthday, Micaela. ”

Bang–

In mid-air, another row of pink fireworks exploded, lighting up half the sky and the sea.

Micaela looks at the fireworks and smiles.

A birthday even she had forgotten.

In fact, she remembered.

She also traveled from The Holy City to this remote City of Q.

Just for her birthday.

Just to set off these glorious fireworks for her.

But he, however, is more splendid than fireworks.

Micaela turned and hugged him tightly.

The sea breeze brushed her ears and lifted her skirt and long hair as Micaela bent her head, stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

She smiled up at him and said, “I love it.”

Nico pressed his forehead lightly against hers and playfully asked, “Do you like fireworks or do you like me?”

Micaela wrapped her arms around his waist and turned to watch the fireworks blooming in the sky with him, smiling sweetly, “I like them all.”

Nico hooked his lips slightly.

Under the fireworks, Micaela turned her eyes to look at him again, “Nico, you’re the first person to go to so much trouble for my birthday, and the first to come all this way to celebrate.”

She enjoyed it very much.

Although it was a bit chilly because of the sea breeze, it was warm and steamy inside.

Nico had a bandit face and didn’t look down, he just watched the fireworks and said, “Then you must take care of me and don’t fail me, I have been so good to you, if you get your conscience eaten by dogs, I will be the first one not to let you go.”

For the first time, I felt it was really nice to have someone to love.

After her mother’s death, she never had another birthday in La familia Matamoros, but every year, La familia Matamoros would give Florencia a big birthday party and invite family and friends over for drinks.

When she was younger, she was jealous of Florencia’s birthday and went out alone into the backyard with a small slice of Florencia’s birthday cake and smashed it on the ground, where Beltran Matamoros accidentally saw her and punished her by kneeling in the yard for a long time.

At the age of sixteen she eloped with Dario Cepeda in a narrow rented house, Dario Cepeda was in his second year of school and busy with work at the age of twenty-three.

On his birthday, she waited for him to surprise her, but instead waited until he was so drunk he couldn’t even walk steadily, which a customer at the wine table did. She didn’t blame him, but she was touched and surprised, but ultimately missed him.

Like a magnificent absence.

That night Dario Cepeda hugged her and said in a hoarse voice: “Micaela, I will give you the world, you must wait”.

Deeply emotional to the core.

But none of those deep feelings seemed to be as shocking as the surprise that awaited her.

Promises and vows are always the palest and weakest of things.

However fleeting, it is eternal.

Micaela rushed into Nico’s arms, trying to cling to his waist, her eyes moistening on his chest.

Nico’s heart aches slightly, as if he’d been run over by a deer, but he enjoys it, smiles wickedly and asks in her ear, “Touched to cry?”

Micaela, smothered in his arms, asked in a squeaky voice, “Does Mr. Nico put fireworks to many women for their birthday?”.

Nico lost his smile and stroked her hair, smoothing it, and kissed her forehead down, “I’m not that promiscuous, it’s the first time I’ve done something so stupid.”

The corners of Micaela’s soft, pretty lips seemed to have given birth to a flower, bright and beautiful.

She replied softly, following his words, “Well, don’t do anything so stupid for another woman in the future, it will be frowned upon.”

Then she said after.

Nico looked at her slightly, curving his lips, “I’ll take that as a promise.”

Micaela kept her arms around his waist and, for a moment, was surprised to think that eternity was just a word.