Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

On the outskirts of town, a black Bentley is parked next to the abandoned factory.

Outside the car, a bodyguard in a black suit stood guard by the door.

Inside the car, Kemena and Carlita are sitting in the back seat talking.

Carlita’s Pasqual underfloor heating desperately needed a large sum of money to be integrated and time, the last thing she could afford to spend.

Carlita frowned and asked with slight agitation, “I gave you what you asked for, and now that Nico has had a fight with that Micaela woman, what about what I asked for, when are you going to give it to me?”

Kemena said calmly, “Auntie, don’t worry, Mr. Nico just fell out with that slut Micaela, it will take me a while to take advantage of the situation. ”

When she helped Kemena, Carlita was just trying to gamble by any means, but now Kemena was holding on to her appetite, making Carlita feel really hateful, “You’re not trying to cross the river, are you?”

Carlita’s pretty eyes narrowed slightly, a stern coldness welling up in them.

Kemena smiled, looked at Carlita and said, “Auntie, even if you can’t wait now, you have to wait, after all, we are both in the same boat now, if things go wrong, not to mention repairing your relationship with Mr. Nico, I’m afraid neither of us will survive. It will take some time for Mr. Nico to get over her. So, Auntie, you will have to be patient and wait.”

Kemena explains what is at stake in a few words, but only by threatening Carlita not to retaliate against her for not getting satisfaction and thus blowing the whistle.

But Carlita is an arrogant person who hates to be threatened.

Carlita said in a cold voice, “Miss Matamoros now says she’s going to tear down the bridge after the river? If I hadn’t gotten Miss Matamoros those two tubes of stuff overseas, Micaela wouldn’t have fallen for it, and for Miss Matamoros to turn her back on me now is really embarrassing.”

“What I promised my aunt was that when I became Ms. Micaela, I would pay my aunt back in a big way, but isn’t it an imposition that my aunt is now asking me to reciprocate?”

Carlita’s face sank and darkened as she gritted her teeth and said, “Come on down!”

Kemena smiled, “I’ll take my leave then, Aunt, oh yes, next time we must not meet alone, it’s easy to get caught. If this falls through, I’m sure what Mr. Nico will hate most will not be me, but the fact that even his aunt, who is his real mother, could be so heartless as to break his love.”

Kemena dropped her words and strutted out of the car in complete triumph.

Carlita, in the back seat of the car, stared at Kemena, who walked in front of her, with a deep, cold, sharp stare.

The bodyguard came up to drive and asked, “Ma’am, are you going back to the office or home?”

Carlita frowned, a cold edge suddenly shining in her eyes, and said, “Bump him.”

The gorilla froze.

Carlita’s brow furrowed further, “Go after her and give her the sack, like she did? How dare you threaten me.”

The black Bentley, near the deserted factory in the eastern suburbs, crashed into Kemena, who was walking in front of her.

The black Bentley sped away as if nothing had happened after running over the man.

Kemena, slumped in a pool of blood, crawled with difficulty to her cell phone and dialed a distress call, “Mom, help me …

…

The puzzle with Micaela was being completed when Nico received a distress call from Camila.

With a total of between 6. 000 and 7. 000 pieces, it would take more than ten hours to complete, even if put together without food or sleep.

For the past half month, Nico has been assembling and disassembling the puzzle, as if possessed, oblivious to trivial matters, as if all his thoughts were on the puzzle.

Camila was crying on the other end of the line, “Mr. Nico, my Kemena has been in a car accident and now she is in the hospital, she has panda blood, the hospital says there is not enough panda blood in the blood bank, Mr. Nico, please help Kemena!”

Nico listened to the news indifferently and without any floating emotion and said, “What do I care if your daughter lives or dies?”

Camila shouted, “Mr. Nico, for saving her life once! Save Kemena! Micaela … I remember Micaela has panda blood, let Micaela give some blood, it won’t hurt Micaela! If Micaela is willing to save Kemena, me and The Matamoros family will part ways with Micaela and never mess with her again!”

Nico held the last piece of the puzzle in his hand, Micaela’s fingertips wrapped around his neck.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The gift that saved Camila’s life had already been paid for with a check, and for someone like Camila, as wealthy as she was, the business Nico had taken care of for The Matamoros family over the years was more than enough to pay for the supposed small savings.

Nico has never been a foolish and loyal person, and has always despised people like Camila and Kemena.

Now that Kemena has been in a car accident and is in critical condition, her death is of no concern to Nico.

But in Camila’s choking words, Nico finds a way to forgive Micaela once and for all, in an unlikely yet incredibly plausible way.

Being indebted to the other is a debt, but it is also the best way to forgive.

If Micaela gave Kemena a blood transfusion and saved her “savior’s” daughter, then she would have no reason to give up on Micaela, abandon her and hate her for her innocence.

Because, he will, and he owes her.

If we can get even, we can probably live the rest of our lives together in peace.

He always wanted to marry her, to make her his wife, even if he caught her in bed with Dario, but the thought of quitting never crossed his mind.

But what about the way you convince yourself today that it’s a two-fer?

She saved her “savior’s” daughter’s life, she no longer cares about what happened with Dario, she has to find a way to reconcile.

Camila didn’t know what she was thinking, but Kemena was in danger, and she didn’t care what she was thinking, so she shouted, “Lord Nico, I’ll do anything Micaela wants, but please, please persuade Micaela to save Kemena!”

After a long while, Nico heard her emotionless voice say, “I’ll let Micaela save your daughter, but from now on, if you and Kemena try anything in front of Micaela again, I’ll have The Matamoros family killed.”

…

Micaela hadn’t seen Nico for half a month; he had only been to see her twice since she was locked up in this small loft, and on both occasions, he had come drunk to accuse and interrogate her.

He was drunk and awake, buried in his neck and crying.

On Christmas Eve, he missed his appointment without the fireworks or the words Micaela, Happy New Year.

Nico has not been seen since Christmas Eve.

But tonight, for the first time, Nico appeared, this time with the strong smell of tobacco but not the intoxicating smell of alcohol, and the sober, cold, long gaze in his deep stare at her.

He must have smoked, recently, many, many cigarettes.

Micaela couldn’t tell if she felt heartbroken or something else, she just felt like all her work had unraveled, just like their relationship, they had worked so hard for so long, but like quitting smoking, it all unraveled overnight.

Nico was also holding something in his hand and Micaela didn’t know what it was.

The man’s long, bony hand dropped the brochure in his hand in front of her and said without emotion, “Take your pick, see which hotel you like, and in the one you prefer, have your wedding reception.”

Wedding party?

Micaela’s heart fluttered and her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him in hesitant surprise. “You … you … are still planning a wedding?”

He thought that not getting a divorce would be the best possible outcome.

A wedding, after what had happened, was not something she had expected.

Nico’s eyebrows were cold and clear, and she couldn’t see the sadness or happiness in his emotions, “There must be a ceremony to tell everyone that you are my Nico’s wife.”

At that moment, Micaela’s eyes moistened and she bit her lip without daring to look at him. “Actually, there’s no need to force…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Nico had already interrupted in a cold voice, “I don’t want someone always watching you.”

“Nico.”

Still, he was stubborn and wanted to marry her.

The lump in Nico’s throat stirred as he took a deep breath and said, “Micaela, I wanted to give you up as cleanly as I gave up smoking. But I see I can’t do that, even if you betray me, I still want to marry you and have you be my wife.”

The moment Micaela looked up at him, transparent tears filled her eyes with shame, surprise, apology and an undying, star-stained hope.

She looked at him, cried and laughed.

“Note: I don’t know if you understand Nico’s psychology, but I think his character is the best fit for his and Micaela’s persona, because he is quite desperate and cruel. They both owe each other, but they are also tied to each other, because they owe each other, so they can’t leave each other, it’s a very desperate way. That’s what I think suits Nico’s character best. ‘