Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The plane took off and sped up the runway into the sky.

Micaela sits by the window, where the sun shines brightly through the white clouds.

Micaela opened the delicate metal box and saw that it contained a variety of small objects.

It is marked with a label on the side.

Her photographs of the northern lights she chased in Antarctica, snow cover in the Arctic, coffee beans in rainforests, exotic shells on ocean beaches, exotic treasures and rarities.

Micaela laughs.

She thought a guy like Nico would only give her jewelry.

It was the first time she had seen such an original world gift and she loved it.

She opens her diary, which has many pages.

On each page, he writes in vigorous cursive handwriting with a fountain pen.

All of them, moreover, were written by him to her, little love letters.

He said.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“I want to meet you in any place you choose.

Forests, deserts, starry skies at the end of the world.

Meadows, seashores, foggy alleys in the early morning.

Don’t go out with your dreams.

Micaela, I miss you so much.”

Micaela smiled and her eyes reddened, raising her hand to cover her mouth, silent and speechless as she stared at the thick journal.

It was like peeking into her two years of unconfessable secrets.

Nico says.

“Last time I was at the loft, I said I was going to France on business, when I was going to France to pick out a couture wedding dress again.

Really, I should take you with me.

This way, the loft won’t catch fire and you won’t leave.

It’s all in the mind.

It’s too late to turn back.”

“Once upon a time I didn’t believe in fate, but now I do.

I can keep everything.

Alone, I can’t keep the most important person in my life.

Maybe it’s my life.”

He also said.

“That Christmas Eve, I set off fireworks in the little attic all night long.

I’m not kidding, I really did set off fireworks all night long.

I just don’t dare let you see it.”

That day, she thought she was the only one who had waited all night, but she didn’t realize that he had also been under the attic all night.

The fate between them was, roughly speaking, that she waited for the fireworks in the attic and he lit them under it.

Two and two waiting, lost to each other.

The tears, drop by drop, densify in the black ink handwriting of the diary.

Micaela finally closes the diary.

Don’t touch that string of your heart again.

But she hadn’t realized that the last page of the diary had been torn from a page.

It’s a recent diary entry.

…

The year passed quickly as Micaela finished shooting her new film “Syrian Orphans”.

At the end of the year, in the middle of winter, Micaela received an invitation.

Wedding invitation, Dario’s.

The other party is a princess of the British royal family, beautiful and generous, of noble birth, elegant and intelligent at the same time.

Micaela smiles in relief.

This is the first good news the winter snow has brought.

Hud and Malia are building a snowman in the yard.

Micaela is looking at the wedding invitations.

Suddenly, Malia put away a snowball and smashed it into Micaela, who froze because she didn’t expect Malia to have a snowball fight.

The little old lady laughed out loud at the cuteness.

Not to be outdone, Micaela dropped her wedding invitation and also threw a snowball at Malia and Hud.

A piece of warmth.

…

Dario is sitting at his computer, talking to Micaela.

Dario: “Did you get the wedding invitation?”

Micaela: “Got it.”

Dario: “Remember to wrap a big red package when you arrive.”

Micaela: “Naturally.”

Dario: “You and he, haven’t you two been in touch?”

This, of course, refers to Nico.

On this side, there was no word from Micaela.

Dario fidgeted with his email, suddenly wanting to be less of a gentleman for once.

atrocious and sent an email to the country.

Well, to Nico, the wedding invitation.

This man took on all of Micaela’s likes and ardent hopes, and always had to taste the bitterness of what it meant to be truly disappointed.

…

The Holy City, late at night.

An email from Dario appeared in Nico’s inbox.

When I clicked on it, there was nothing but an electronic invitation to get married.

Nico’s hands shook and he backed out immediately.

Even the mouse almost swayed on the floor.

Wedding invitations to … From Dario and Micaela?

Nico didn’t even have the courage to look at it.

He didn’t dare to look.

But there was no way to stop him.

Who is he to stop Micaela even if she marries Dario?

They are, for some time now, divorced and Micaela is free to marry whoever she wants.

Nico sat there, rigid all night.

Finally, he closed his computer and didn’t bother to click on the invitation to check again.

He only knew that the groom was Dario, but he didn’t know that the bride was not Micaela.

…

As Christmas Eve approached, Malia wanted to return to The Holy City to spend New Year’s Eve.

Micaela agreed.

Malia is older and misses her family, which is normal.

It has recently snowed in London, and the snowflakes on the roads and on the roofs of the houses, have not melted.

The weather forecast is for widespread snow in the country as well.

Malia sighed as she cooked in the kitchen, “A snowstorm is expected this year, with all this snow, we will have to close the roads in quite a few places.”

Micaela said, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make the flight home either, it’s still snowing and the plane will be grounded.”

“Forget it if it’s going to fall really hard, it’s better to be safe.”

Micaela nodded her head and said yes.

Micaela is curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, remote control in hand, tuning to a station.

International Desk.

The weather is also broadcast.

Multiple casualties in an avalanche in the Swiss Alps.

The avalanche continues.

Micaela also said to Malia, “Grandma, yes there has been an avalanche, I don’t think we should run on New Year’s Eve.”

“It’s best to forget about it, something like an avalanche or plane crash is basically a death sentence when you encounter one.”

Micaela looked at the TV screen and muttered unconsciously in response, “Yes.”

After dinner, Micaela went to bed early and crawled into the warmth of the bedclothes.

Now, in winter, her hands and feet are cold and only the bed keeps her warm.

I slept until midnight and was suddenly awakened by the ringing of my cell phone.

The ringing of the phone, piercing the quiet, warm winter night, rang relentlessly.

Micaela reached over and turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, reached for the phone and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Miss Micaela, it’s Savanna! It’s no good, there’s an avalanche in Switzerland!”

Micaela sat up from the bed with a frown as she heard Savanna’s voice, she still didn’t know what the avalanche in Switzerland had to do with her. “What’s wrong Savanna, calm down.”

“My brother went to Switzerland a few days ago and he said he was meeting some friends from a climbing club to go up the Alps, but suddenly there was an avalanche and my brother must have been on the mountain! “Miss Micaela, have you been in contact with my brother lately?”

Savanna, are you really sure your brother is in the Alps these days?”

“I’m sure! My brother has been muddled this year, he didn’t know what was going on a few days ago, he was very depressed, his whole body was in a wandering state, this time he is better, he said he had arranged to meet some friends from the mountaineering club to go to Switzerland to climb a snowy mountain to relax, if they go up, they must be really playing, a multi-day climb, they will also set up camp on the snowy mountain, according to the weather estimate, my brother must not have come down from the mountain by now! ”

Savanna choked with emotion as she spoke, shouting, “Miss Micaela, what do you think my brother will do if … My grandfather is so old, if something really happens to my brother, what should I do alone …”

Micaela lifted the sheets, got out of bed, paced up and down the room with the phone in her hand thinking of a solution and said, “Savanna, don’t cry yet, right now I’ll contact Mr. Campoverde and ask him for the details, there is an avalanche in the Alps and if there are Scandinavians among them, I’m sure the embassy will take care of it. ”

Micaela swallowed, clenched her fists to calm down and reassured Savanna.

“Miss Micaela, the truth is I don’t know if my brother is still coming back, I’ve been calling all night and the phone doesn’t work…”

“I’ll call again. Take it easy. … We’ll keep in touch.”