Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The weather in England is always cloudy and rainy.

At lunchtime, Darius accompanied Sr. Esequiel and Micaela, who had also had a bit to drink and could not drive at that time, so the two of them went on a double-decker bus with their umbrellas.

The red double-decker buses, especially common on the streets of England, are a chic touch of English gentility between them and the rain curtain.

There are not many double-decker passengers on the double-decker bus.

Dario and Micaela sit by the window, watching the misty rain.

Dario smiled and said, “In the future, in front of Sister Esequiel, give me some face and stop sending me nice guy cards all the time. Used to being a nice guy and a gentleman all my life, sometimes I get rebellious and want to be a willing, dashing scoundrel who knows no restraint.”

“Everyone wants to be a gentleman, but you, instead of being a noble gentleman, want to be a scoundrel.”

Dario looked at her with a dark gleam in his eyes, “Unfortunately, you don’t like knights again, you’re attracted to scoundrel gangsters, so I wanted to be a scoundrel gangster too, but after all I’m not him, I can’t do it.”

Micaela merely smiled slightly, without any other emotion, and did not take up the subject again, limiting herself to saying, “I am truly grateful to you. In the beginning, if it weren’t for you and Pastora, I would still be in deep water and engulfed in hatred. At that time, if I had been imprisoned any longer, I would have killed myself or him. I am determined, and once I have hated someone, it is hard to go back to them, and I don’t know how many more detours I would have had to take if I had stayed there. Fortunately you and Pastora thought of a way to help me out, you are really my saviors, if you hadn’t saved me, I’m afraid I would have hated my face by now and lost myself.”

“I can’t watch you suffer so much, even if you think I meddled or made up a debt, as long as you live, it’s worth it.”

Micaela let out a low laugh and said, “I’m glad to have you guys. By the way, I’m not in touch with Pastora, so if you’re free, say hi to Pastora for me. ”

“Good, but I hear she’s really tired of being a paparazzo lately, always squatting exclusively late at night.”

“I remember since high school, Pastora was always afraid of me being alone and always asked me to accompany her home for dinner on New Year’s Eve, and her mother was also very kind to me, always passing me lots of food. I always wondered how my real father could be so cold-blooded when even my best friend’s mother was so good to me.”

“It is he who is not lucky enough to have such a wonderful daughter like you.”

Micaela said, “I too am very happy to have met Sr. Esequiel, and when I accompany Sr. Esequiel to draw and write, I always feel that I am really Sr. Esequiel’s daughter, Jimena, and that Sr. Esequiel is really a loving father.”

“Sr. Esequiel really likes her, it’s fate, sometimes blood relatives don’t count for anything, it’s the interpersonal fate of people.”

Sitting on the double-decker bus, the two men chatted quietly and sweetly, like old friends they hadn’t seen in a long time.

The bus pulled up next to a bus stop in the countryside.

Dario and Micaela got out of the car and walked down the long ramp to the small townhouse, umbrellas in hand.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

This is the small town in the Cotswolds, in the countryside west of Oxford, England.

Peace and quiet.

The narrow, shallow River Windrush flows quietly around the town.

Micaela spent a long time living alone in the English countryside, and it was there that she recovered and healed.

After walking down the long, wet ramp to the house, Micaela said, “Leave it here, I’ve been busy lately with school and some work stuff, the house is messy and untidy, so I won’t invite you as a guest. I’ll invite you over for dinner next time if I’m free.”

Dario knew it was a pretext but he didn’t break it, being a gentleman, he would respect her choice as such.

“Micaela.”

Dario called out to her.

Micaela turned to look at him.

Dario stood by the small white door and said, “Even if Nico doesn’t love you, you are still beautiful, there are still many people in the world who appreciate and love you, and I do too. I will always support you unconditionally, no matter what situation you are in, you still have family, not only Pastora, but also Sister Esequiel, and so do I.”

Micaela’s eyes were slightly moist as she pursed her lips and smiled, “How lucky I am to have met family and friends who have been so kind to me no matter the conditions. If my family of origin was cold and uncaring, then God must have seen how hard I had it and gave me the gift of giving myself to all of you now to save me from the fire. Darius, it seems there is nothing more I can give back to you than to say thank you.”

“Then take a break, don’t try to like anyone for a while, and love yourself first.”

Micaela smiled slightly and said, “Right.

…

In the year since she left Nico, Micaela has been studying a heavy academic load, reading three majors and managing to move from front to back work.

Micaela is held in high regard by her mentor in the directing department at the University of the Arts London, and with Micaela’s former popularity, there’s no way this mentor wouldn’t know her, but there’s nothing wrong with people who have a destiny keeping their mouths shut as if they’re meeting for the first time, like old friends.

With the help of her mentor, Micaela directed the first feature film of her life, a literary one.

Mr. Esequiel was very supportive and, appreciating Micaela’s drive more and more, became the capitalist of Micaela’s first film.

As Micaela also studied classics and modern languages at Oxford University, the two complemented each other in directing, and their first film has the intellectual heights and emotions expected of a literary film.

Late in the year, the film was released without a major hit, but the small-budget British literary film received unanimous industry acclaim. The film was nominated for several awards, but the only one missing from the award ceremony was the unknown director.

The director of this film, whether male or female, is unknown to the public, and even the industry does not see this director out of the house.

On Christmas Eve, Micaela called Sr. Esequiel and Dario to celebrate and the house was decorated with balloons and colorful ribbons, as if to welcome the New Year.

Sr. Esequiel rejoiced, drank a lot and congratulated Micaela on the good reception and success of her first novel.

Dario did not wish her a prosperous career, but simply: “Have fun every day”.

And then, taking the wine from that glass, he drained it in one gulp.

As a young man, he knew better than anyone how hard Micaela had it.

Today, he just hopes this girl can live a happier, easier life every day.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Sr. Esequiel’s driver took Sr. Esequiel home and in the cozy house only Micaela and Dario remained.

The two men sat on a thick lamb blanket and drank a glass of wine.

The fire in the fireplace, burning warmly.

Dario, apparently curious, stands up with a glass of wine and asks, seemingly without meaning to, “Have you ever loved me?”

Micaela’s cheeks were a little drunk, a little less content than usual, she hummed and laughed, her eyes dazzled as she looked into her glass of red wine and smiled, “When you first left me, I thought I loved you, until later I realized I was young and too hungry for love, and I only liked the promise of a home you gave me better. That promise made me mistakenly think it was a lifelong feeling, but I stopped loving you when you just left and did nothing to hurt me, and then I thought maybe I wasn’t really in love with you, I just liked you as a person and appreciated your talent and your gentlemanly innocence, and it was good to be friends with you because you were gentlemanly enough and a friend.”

“So, in your mind, I was, from start to finish, an extremely close friend of the opposite sex. What about Nico, do you still love him after all the things he’s done to hurt you?”