Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

On the closing night of No War in the Middle, the cast prepared an oversized nine-tier cake to celebrate the closing.

Micaela was glued to the face by the crew and cast mates.

Even the eyes are so blurry they can’t see.

The sound of cheering suddenly rang in my ears.

“Wow, the red dandelions are falling from the sky!”

“Is it raining God’s joy to celebrate our death?”

The reporter next to her tapped Micaela’s shoulder, “Micaela, look! What a beautiful dandelion rain.”

Micaela was straining to wipe her cream-covered eyes with a damp paper towel when the cheering in her ears suddenly stopped.

The field reporter’s sister swooned at the handsome man walking with his long legs through the shower of red dandelions, reaching up and patting Micaela unconsciously, trying to get her to look, “How handsome!

Micaela’s eyes were so glued to the cream that the water made it stickier.

Until Nico took a firm step in front of her, observing her comical appearance, but without a word, he suddenly reached out and took her face between his hands, leaned in slightly, lowered his head and sealed it with a kiss.

For a moment, Micaela’s mind went blank and she was speechless.

But the dominant movement of those lips clearly resembled that person.

After kissing her in public, Nico rubbed his long fingers against the soft base of her ear, pressed his forehead against hers, looked at her creamy face and lightly teased, “So ugly.”

Nico took the wipes and wiped his face a little.

Micaela’s vision became clearer and, little by little, the overly handsome outline of the man in front of her was etched in her eyes.

Deep, dark eyes, but with a more clouded look looking at her earnestly, “The red rain you asked for, I made it.”

Micaela was slightly stunned and turned her head to look at the countless red dandelions floating in the sky, which really looked like red rain, more romantic and beautiful than red rain.

The air is filled with the scent of dandelions.

Very sweet.

Sweet to the point of intoxication.

This rain of red dandelions fell for more than half an hour.

Micaela tilted her head to look at the side of his clear, timeless face and asked, “You’ve been racking your brains for eight months to figure out how to make a red rain?”

Nico didn’t look at her, just at the dandelions in the air, reaching out to take her hand in a commanding grip, with a hint of arrogance in his tone, “Of course not, how could I think of something so simple for eight months.”

“So you’re waiting for me to get in touch with you?”

Micaela remembered Nico telling her that he was only trying to get her to approach him once.

Nico said half seriously and half jokingly, “I’d love to, but you take the initiative, again with that expressionless look.”

When Nico complains, it’s not at all annoying, but seems a bit contrastingly cute.

Micaela holds back laughter, “So now you can’t stand it anymore and that’s why you come to me?”.

“Of course not.”

“That’s ….”

Before I could ask why, I just heard Nico say, “I thought you wouldn’t let me come bother you when you were filming, and since I’m so capable of affecting your mood, I’ll suck it up and not bother you.”

Micaela looked at him in astonishment, her lips open and closed for a moment, not knowing what to say.

The shower of red dandelions, indeed, is not much more touching and even a bit childish.

But Nico’s indulgent comment made Micaela unable to respond immediately.

Micaela’s prolonged silence made Nico look at her.

The man still had the same careless look on his face, with a bit of laziness and ridiculousness, “Touched? I didn’t see you touched when I risked my life to save you, but now you’re touched?”.

Micaela felt a little embarrassed by the comment, averted her gaze slightly, pulled the corners of her lips together and said faintly, “I didn’t think you’d really wait so long for me because of my thoughtless words.”

The corners of Nico’s mouth twitched slightly, not bothering to say anything else, as he himself would get goosebumps if he said too much.

Only to reach out and grab Micael’s hand tighter.

After the death party, it wasn’t convenient to return to The Holy City that night.

Nico accompanied Micaela back to the hotel where the team was staying.

All along the way, the sheep trails are very quiet.

In December it is very cold in the north.

The tip of Micaela’s nose was red from the cold even though she was wearing a down jacket.

Nico grabbed her slightly frostbitten hand with one hand and tucked it into his coat pocket, pinching her nose with the other mischievously, “It’s very cold.”

Micaela snapped her hand at him, “You let it, huh?”.

“What’s not to quit, I’m the one who told you to come rolling in such a cold place?”

Micaela smiled slightly and looked at him, not wanting to spare any micro-expressions on her face, “You didn’t introduce me like Cerro did?”

Nico stirred a little as he was suddenly put on the spot.

The man frowned slightly and said in disgust, “It’s fine that Cerro is middle-aged and greasy, but he’s got a big mouth.

Micaela glared at him, but it no longer mattered what he said.

Micaela stopped suddenly and turned to wrap her arms around his waist, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

Nico was confused too, her initiative, sudden and unexpected, and for a moment, his back stiffened slightly.

Eight months, one message, not a single call.

People are never around.

Ask Nico if he knows right, and the answer is yes.

Ask him whether to bet or not, and the answer is also yes.

However, because of this unsolicited embrace from her, Nico wanted nothing more and gave in so unquestioningly and easily.

The ultimate loser.

Micaela buried Savanna’s face in her chest and said in an agitated but serious and focused voice, “Nico, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Whether it was when he went to Africa to save her.

Or with Cerro when he introduced her.

More than that, he tolerated her unconditionally, choosing to be discreet while she filmed.

Micaela doesn’t like to cry, but right now tears roll down her face.

Nico exhaled a cold sigh and also reached out his arms to wrap them tightly around her, sighing in her ear with a slightly disappointed tone, “Just thanks, huh?”.

Micaela pulled her face from his chest, hooked her hands around his neck, stood on her tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.

Nico grabbed her face and deepened the kiss.

After so many kisses, only this time, Nico felt that Micaela was warm, that she had him in her heart.

Kissing until they gasped lightly, Nico pressed his lips to hers and murmured tersely into the darkness, “You know, I’m going to be a nervous wreck for putting up with this. Almost, almost in the Green Dragon Mountains.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Micaela heard his serious tone, but he said funny words, she was touched and couldn’t help but laugh, she wanted to laugh when Nico buried his face in the warm corner of her neck, she sighed again in a long tone, “Micaela, you’ve made me wait for the madness, the real madness … ”

Micaela listened, her eyes unfocused and swirled in the darkness, her eyes blinked and two lines of tears became a river in an instant.

She was crushed in his arms, the wall behind her, and in front of her, she was clinging to his neck and rubbing her ears against his.

In a sobbing voice, he said hoarsely, “Nico, I will be responsible for you.

You will not fail him.

Nico buried himself in her neck, his thin lips curved in an arc as he took her slender wrist with one hand and placed it against his thin lips, dropping a heavy kiss, smug and satisfied, “You know that’s good.”

Micaela’s eyes couldn’t stop the tears from rolling again as she heard his childish tone as if she had been given a piece of candy.

Rolling and burning with heat.

Not wanting to be negative with him, she wouldn’t be.

Micaela blinked hard and reached up to pull Nico in and tangle with him, kissing him hard.

In the darkness, Nico’s chest heaved from a light chuckle, teasing her, “So anxious?”

Micaela’s eyes bore into his, “Don’t you like it?”

Nico bent down and slid his hand through the thick silky hair at her ear, playing with it, lowering his head and kissing her slowly. “Micaela, I’d like it better if you had more initiative.”

Micaela pushed him down onto the bed and tangled to death.

In a throbbing voice, Nico slipped an arm around her neck and murmured, “Micaela, do you know how much I love you?”

Loving, almost unprincipled.

His voice, low and deep, bore no resemblance to his usual slightly debauched appearance.

When the prodigal son became infatuated, it turned out to be that heartbreaking.

Micaela cried again, took his hand and kissed the back of it, tears rolling down the back of her hand, and said, “I know. I won’t fail you.”

For the first time, Nico made her cry and he laughed with supreme pleasure, insatiable and petulant.

Now, trying to say a lot of things that brought her to tears, Nico felt he was so confused.

“For eight months, I didn’t even feel like looking at another woman.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

The smile on the man’s thin lips deepened, “It’s not good to sleep when you’re angry about waiting for you.”

“Not anymore.”

“I look at your Twitter every day and abcdefg222 that zombie number is me.”

Micaela was stunned in his arms, but now that she thought about it, it was no surprise to say that the account was his.

That account’s comments, tone of voice and speaking style did sound like him.

That account commented to him on his nineteenth birthday: how ugly, happy birthday.

But it’s not him, what fan would call her ugly and wish her a happy birthday.

Micaela asked, “You went to L City to see me on Christmas Eve night, didn’t you?”.

“How do you know?”

“What Bubbles said, the bad guy is you, right?”

Nico growled, “Stinky boy, that’s a bad uncle, next time I won’t bust his ass.”

“Why did you go to me and not show up?”

At the mention of this, Nico was still a bit nasty, “Who told you to stay with Dario, who’s better than me?”

Micaela’s tears, still flowing, rose slightly and she stuck to him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him, “Never.”

Dario, never better.

He was very good and nice.

Nico touched her tears, but he didn’t want to stop at all.

He really didn’t want to be nice, to let her cry, she had suffered for so long, it wasn’t too much to ask.

For her, for example, to feel so guilty for him, so guilty to even let down was heartbreaking, and there was nothing wrong with that.