Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Nico’s phone rang and the caller ID said Camila.

Nico looked at Micaela, grabbed the phone, got up and walked down the hallway to the door of the small penthouse bedroom to pick it up.

Nico frowned slightly, visibly impatient at Camila’s crying on the other end of the phone. “I’ll take Micaela to give Kemena a blood transfusion.”

“It’s broken.”

The heavy wedding planning notebook, crashed to the floor with a pathetic, curt scream.

Nico frowned and turned to look, holding the phone, Micaela was standing behind the glass door, tears hidden in her eyes as she watched him, uneasy, wary, uncomprehending, shocked and bitter …

No surprises for Nico.

He was nonchalant, staring at the wedding planning book that landed at Micaela’s feet, his gaze was straight and silent as he looked at her and said in a flat tone, “Kemena has been in a car accident, she has panda blood and now desperately needs you to give her a blood transfusion to save her. After you give her the transfusion, we’ll get married, and after that, neither Kemena, nor The Matamoros family, and we’ll forget about you and Dario. ”

Micaela looked at him with reddened eyes, opened her lips and checked that, surprisingly, her throat was clogged and no words would come out.

The way he forgave her was by letting her save Kemena?

Kemena, Camila’s daughter, who, indirectly, killed her mother.

She can’t be more humble in her desire to be with Nico than to save Camila’s daughter, even if it’s with a blood transfusion to save her life.

He would rather have a blood transfusion to save someone irrelevant than Kemena for the thousandth time.

In other hands, she would have been more than happy to save him.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

But Nico’s calmness and directness now told her that she had made a decision and she wasn’t going to change it.

Micaela was trembling, clenched her fists and turned around to run down the stairs at full speed.

Tread hard.

A quick step down the stairs.

Nico stood still, not rushing after her, as she walked over to the wedding planning book, bent down and picked it up.

He saw a page in the wedding planning book for a beach wedding.

She recalls that while on Martha’s Vineyard, Micaela said she wanted to get married on the Vineyard beach in the future.

Because then, that place, for a short period of time, was where they were the happiest and most carefree.

It was also where she gave her heart, completely, to him.

Nico looked at the page with the wedding on the beach, his eyes clear and cold and determined –

He will marry Micaela on the golden sands of Martha’s Vineyard, as promised, and he won’t be late.

Nico dropped the notebook in the little dovecote and called Campoverde as he strutted toward the outside of the dovecote.

Micaela made a mad dash in a white Porsche into Nico’s garage.

The rain was pouring down, the first chill of early spring hitting the windshield like a sharp knife in Micaela’s heart.

On the viaduct where the rain was pouring down, Micaela stepped on the accelerator like a madwoman.

Her white Porsche was followed by several dazzlingly colored sports cars, which were in hot pursuit.

M icaela’s fingers tremble as she grips the steering wheel …

If she is overtaken by the car behind, all her hopes and feelings will go up in flames.

Tears, rolling down her eyes.

Throttle full throttle.

Several colorful sports cars are followed by a limited edition black Bentley.

In the back seat of the black Bentley sat a handsome man with a cold, stern face and a stern, cold intentness about him.

Campoverde looked out the car window at the huge rain and, a little worried, asked, “Mr. Nico, should we keep chasing? It’s raining too hard, ma’am, if we keep driving like this, in case something happens…”

Nico’s dark eyes lifted slightly, with a cold, determined light under them, “Keep chasing.”

Kemena’s life, he must save it.

Married, she must also be married.

Micaela had been driving for who knows how long, until her body was numb and icy, when four flashy colored sports cars appeared from behind her, two of which rushed in front of her car and stopped her directly.

Micaela unconsciously stepped on the brake, her body hurtled forward from the inertia and her head slammed against the steering wheel, instantly cracking her head.

Her forehead, hot and painful, but at this moment, she couldn’t care less about that pain.

Four dazzlingly colored sports cars, surrounded her white Porsche, and she sat in it like a dying fish, stranded and unable to escape.

No, she wasn’t going to sit around waiting for him to save that bitch Kemena, instead of sending her to hell.

She threw open the car door, ignoring the pouring rain, and just wanted to escape, to get away to a place beyond Nico’s control.

But in her life, meeting Nico was a fate she couldn’t escape.

Black Bentley, the door opened, a slim, erect, long-legged man’s black shirt and pants, and a journey through the wind and rain came at a brisk pace, full of hostility and carnage.

Through the rain curtain, Micaela saw him as if she had seen a hellish monk, and her feet stood straight back.

Nico took a big step forward and drew her into his arms.

Micaela tore at him, bit him, punched him, kicked him, and hissed hysterically, “Nico, I’m not going to save that bitch Kemena! She and her mother, that little bitch, killed my mother! She should have died long ago!”

The man’s hand was firmly clasped on the back of her neck, and he lowered his head to her ear, saying between clenched teeth, as if they were warm and cold: “Micaela, as long as you save Kemena this time, from now on, what happened between you and Dario that night will be written off, we’ll get married, have sons and a daughter like you. We’ll live as if none of this had happened, without Kemena, without Dario, just the two of us, and I won’t let anyone bully you, let alone anyone else. From now on, we will live our lives together, whether you want to stop acting, whether you want to come back, whether you want me to go to Grape Island with you and live your life away from everyone, just the two of us.”

Words are like knives.

The softest of knives.

What Nico says is beautiful and cruel.

Micaela let out a sarcastic laugh, her face covered in a mixture of rain and tears as she looked at Nico with despair. “So looking good with me is contingent on me going to save Kemena, right?”.

“Yes.”

A sentence that cut off all thought from Micaela.

He wants her to save Kemena, the person she detests most in her life.

Micaela scoffed, “Nico, ask me to save Kemena, fine. But I have one condition.”

Nico had never seen such a look in Micaela’s eyes, as determined as she was coldly disheartened.

Micaela said, “I can save Kemena, I can give her a blood transfusion to save her, my condition is that I always, always stay away from you.”

Like a poisonous spell.