Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela, all weak, returned to the Bayside and leaned against the back of the door, unable to calm her emotions for long.

A lighter cohabitation?

She couldn’t.

With Nico, you either love or hate, the only thing you can’t do is be emotionless.

Inside, the room is warm, but Micaela’s hands and feet are as cold as if her blood were clotted.

Malia has fallen asleep.

Hud is still playing with Lego and waiting for Micaela to come home.

Hud walked up to Micaela, hesitantly froze at the sight of Micaela’s red eyes and asked with concern, “Aunt Micaela, what’s wrong?”

Micaela sniffled and forced a smile, “It’s nothing, it’s late, go to bed.”

Hud obeyed with an “oh” and went to his room.

Hud looked out the window, down in the cell block, a long, long, pantingly erect, very striking, black male figure had been standing below, on that cobblestone floor, lowering his face slightly, looking up from time to time, pacing back and forth, kicking at the stones, with and without, at his feet.

Boring and full of decay.

But always, never leave.

Hud had seen this man before, in the popular bookstore.

Although he was superficial in Chinese and could not fully understand the conversation between Micaela and this man at the time, he could sense from Micaela’s tone that Aunt Micaela and this man were at odds.

Downstairs, Nico stops for a moment, bends down for a moment and plucks the grass from the lawn.

The spring chill of the night was still cold.

Nico had his hands tucked into the pockets of his suit pants, his long, well-proportioned legs raised, kicking boredly at the small stones on the ground.

Stubborn as a teenager.

This is his paranoia, knowing he won’t be able to wait, but he keeps waiting.

Aqua Blue Sky is a high-end community, so property management and security is very responsible.

When I see people in the neighborhood that I don’t know well, I say a few words of greeting as a matter of routine.

The security guard, who didn’t know Nico, yelled at him, “Hey, what are you doing standing there sneaking around, don’t you want to go home at night and do something bad?”

Nico’s face was sullen but calm, even as he returned, “Waiting for your wife.”

Hearing this, the security guard looked at him with pitying eyes and said, “How handsome, and your wife is also a cruel one to take you to freeze in the middle of the night.”

Nico, not knowing what emotion he had, threw out, “I don’t blame her, it’s my fault.”

He seemed to be talking to the security guard, and to himself.

“It’s good to know your mistakes.” The security guard said with relief.

Nico thought: But I’m afraid Micaela will never forgive him again.

Even now, while he is here, I fear he has become a burden to her.

Nico suddenly lifted his steps toward the car and dropped a hurried, “I’m sorry.”

In the corners of his eyes, there was a hidden scarlet, disheveled and determined.

The security guard froze, only to see that Nico had already climbed into his car and driven away.

That night, Nico drove his car into the countryside, driving as fast as he could, with no regard for life or death.

He smoked a trail of cigarette butts and coughed loudly into his chest with several throat clears.

But he is not sick, he is not hurt.

The end is forever indebted to Micaela.

…

The internship student variety quiz show, which began airing, became an instant hit on the Internet and online broadcasting platforms.

The topic of the internship program is a resident Twitter hotspot.

Once the production got off to a good start, Micaela gradually let go of the project and handed it over to her managers.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Micaela moved on to other projects.

At the morning meeting, Mateo suggested that he wanted to purchase the intellectual property for the work of the most popular metaphysical author of the moment, Mishi Town.

Three Stone Town’s Yellow Springs series, which was on the Writer’s Hurun list this year, is this year’s most commercially impactful IP right.

But so far, no media company has bought the Yellow Springs series.

Because the game rights, film and TV rights and various rights derived from the Yellow Springs series are still in the hands of Mishi City’s own authors.

Mishi is a proud and withdrawn man who rarely communicates with the outside world, even after his work became a hit.

I have been told that he still lives in seclusion in a small cabin in the mountains, bought a small self-built cabin and is isolated from the world, building his own metaphysical world and works on his books.

It is doubtful that he can be found in person.

Micaela has heard of the Yellow Springs series, and Pastora has been following the serial for years, without ever finishing it.

The Yellow Springs series is a serialized series, with three books published so far, and I hear there is a fourth and a fifth, and the commercial value and profits from both the game rights and the anime and movie rights are unparalleled.

If they had been able to buy the rights to the Yellow Springs series, their little company would have been pretty busy this year just with the film and TV rights to the Yellow Springs series.

“It’s just that, with the Yellow Springs series being so hot, more big companies are going to buy it, and Mishi Town hasn’t agreed to any, so they surely won’t give our company a face, oh, and besides, we don’t have an advantage over Daddy Golden in terms of royalties.”

Micaela reflected, “The rights fee is easy to negotiate, after taking the rights of Yellow Springs series, we can create a wave of momentum to attract a new round of investment, it is not a problem. I’m afraid it’s not easy to find him, but he is a very reserved person.”

During the meeting, Micaela’s phone rang and she looked down to see it was Nico.

Micaela hesitated for a moment and refused to listen.

She looked at her colleague and said, “Leave me the task of finding the town of Tres Piedras, I happen to be a little tired these days and would like to take a walk out of town.”

“Ness! The boss is a sure hit!”

Micaela smiled, “Meeting adjourned.”

Micaela grabbed the papers and the phone, left the conference room in faith and returned to her office when Nico’s call came in again.

Micaela declined to answer and let the phone ring.

Finally, Micaela turned off her phone.

…

Esteban returned home and gave the tube of hallucinogen to Nico.

Nico gave it to a friend who was into ingredient research, and the results showed that it was the same complex ingredient as the one injected into Micaela’s body two years earlier.

Nico made several calls to Micaela and when he finally called, the phone was off.

In Nico’s ears, Esteban’s words echoed over and over again.

“This drug, which is very effective in hallucinogenic effects, has the characteristic that once the dose is too high, it will make the person faint and weak, and he will enter a dream world that is so incredibly real that I am afraid that in that situation of weakness, it is impossible to do anything that is really actionable. In any case, it would be an all-too-realistic imaginary picture in the brain. It would leave the injector convinced of the imagination.”

So, at that time, Micaela and Dario, had no substantial relationship.

In Nico’s heart, the dull ache was unbearable.

Fate has a way of playing with people. When he was convinced that he wanted to marry Micaela for the rest of his life, he received the most exciting blow, and now, when Micaela tells him that it hurts too much to give him forgiveness, he finally lets go of his paranoia, wants her to feel better and lets her go.

But now, the truth from two years ago surfaces again.

It was as if another invisible thread had grown between him and Micaela, tugging and tangling together.

That thread, once cut by him, with his own hands.

Unless he dies, Micaela says.

Nico looks at the flimsy pages of the composition proofs and decides to leave all decisions in her hands.

This time, what he says is what he gets.

He is no longer pushy or paranoid.

Obsessed and bent on causing her distress, Nico is no longer willing to give up.

His eyes were deep and determined as he stepped on the gas and drove to Walking Media.