Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

A meal that was a war of words.

Nico and Paulita do not see each other’s faces.

On the other hand, Micaela and Paulita have fun.

After the meal, Paulita ran to her room and pulled out a couple of Monopoly monsters and ran to Micaela and said, “Auntie Micaela, you and Papa and Estrella play Monopoly with me!”.

Paulita loved board games like Monopoly when she was very young, but as she got a little older in later years, she played them less often, but still enjoyed them.

With nothing else to do after dinner, Micaela said yes in a whisper, “Sure.”

Adam, Estrella and Micaela sat on the carpet playing Monopoly with seven-year-old Paulita.

Nico sat alone and slightly annoyed.

Paulita pouted and asked the handsome, grumpy, broken Uncle Broken, “Uncle Nico, are you sure you don’t want to play with us?”

It was also a friendly invitation to talk about her hospitality as a young hostess.

Nico scoffed, “It’s for kids, I play, I’m afraid you’ll all lose to me.”

Paulita grunted incredulously, “I’m so good at this that daddy lost against me even though I’m so smart! You’re afraid of losing, aren’t you?”

Nico got right into it with a little boy, rolling up his shirt sleeves and coming over, sitting down next to Micaela, “Your father was giving up on you, now I’m going to show you what a guy can do.”

Paulita pursed her lips, not believing Nico’s words at all, thinking it was a bluff, and shoved a wad of virtual bills into Nico’s hand. “Uncle Nico, if you lose later, don’t cry!”.

Nico: “…”

Fuck, the kids are getting more and more arrogant nowadays, they need to be put down.

The entrance opened with Nico halfway through.

Paulita lifted her little chin in triumph and said, “Uncle Nico, you’re going to lose!”.

Nico was calm and unperturbed, “Uncle will turn the book around later.”

After a few minutes, Nico had turned the money over and won a large sum.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

In this round, Nico reached the finish line first, bankrupting Adam.

Paulita puffed out her little face with some disappointment, “Papa, why aren’t you as good as Uncle Nico?”

Adam stroked his daughter’s little head and said soothingly, “Horses have horses.”

Paulita said like a little adult, “Uncle Nico, you win girls with so many bills, no wonder you don’t get a wife. My father is great, he always gives way to Estrella and me, so my father has a wife”.

Nico: “… How come I don’t have a wife?”

Paulita: “You’re alone now, and Aunt Micaela said she’s just friends with you.”

“…”

Unconvinced, Nico gave Micaela’s hand a tug and shoved the thick stack of virtual bills into her hand, boasting to Paulita: “See, that’s how you get a wife, I won your bills to get a wife, you know?”.

Paulita: “Aunt Micaela, Uncle Nico is old and has no wife, it’s sad, do you want to take pity on him?”

Nico: Paulita is a godsend!

This shitty boy has some conscience.

Nico: “Yes, Miss Micaela, look at me, I’m old and I don’t have a wife, do you want to take pity on me?”.

Micaela stuck out her hand and raised an eyebrow at him, joking, “Nico, how come the state didn’t take your cheek to make a bulletproof vest?”.

“It’s a shame I took such a thin skin to make a bulletproof vest, best to keep it for my wife to see.”

Micaela was so amused that she raised her hand and slapped him, but lightly, “Stay where you are, I’m not your wife now.”

Micaela got up, said goodbye to the Adam family, turned around and left the villa.

Nico stood still and touched the slap, suddenly the ecologist bag laughed and took a big step after him, “I’ll see you outside!”

Nico barricades Micaela in front of the villa and puts an end to the begging.

“There’s no traffic on this stretch of road, really, not a single car, otherwise I’d say that bastard Adam is sick in the head, finding a place like this to build a villa and dumping it in the desert with no one the wiser.”

Micaela frowned and looked at him with a retarded face: Brother, she’s driving.

Micaela: “Get out of the way, you’re blocking my car door.”

Nico looked back at a white Mercedes.

“Driving, ah, what a coincidence, I don’t drive, why don’t you give me a ride, just the same”.

Micaela: “…”

That black Hummer on the lawn belongs to a ghost?

“Mr. Nico, take a good look, your car, over there.”

Nico had his hand on the roof of the white Mercedes, his face unperturbed, “Oh, that’s Adam’s car.”

“I saw you coming today in this car. Do you think she’s blind?

A certain someone blushed unblushingly, “I forgot to tell you that a second ago I gave this car to Adam. ”

Micaela: “…”

Nico: “Honey, take me home.”

A big man, 5’7″, takes Micaela’s hand, bitchy and wavy.

Micaela cast a cold look, “Who are you calling a wife, don’t be ridiculous.”

“An ex-wife is also a wife.”

“…” This man is sick.

Micaela: “A good horse doesn’t come back, has Mr. Nico never heard that?”

Nico sucks: “I didn’t say he’s a good horse.”

Well, whoever wants to be a horse is not a horse anyway.

Micaela tossed him the car keys, “You drive, I won’t be your chauffeur.”

Nico received the key and smiled a rueful smile, “Then I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Promise what?”

“Promise to let me chase you.”

Micaela pinched her fingers, “Then you’ll have to line up a number first, The Holy City has more than enough people chasing me, as you know, around the block.”

“You’re mine even if you go around three times.” Nico said in his mind.

Nico threw the car keys up high and eagerly got into the car.

Being my wife’s chauffeur was like being in the clouds.

Micaela was sitting in the passenger seat and was about to reach for her seat belt when Nico leaned over and offered to buckle her in and, in the process, gave her a quick, sharp kiss on the lips.

“N i c o,” Micaela looked up at him with cold eyes, a look that seemed to want to burn a hole in his face.

Nico raised his hands in surrender and said in an ungainly, wavy voice, “Stealing a kiss from you is undeserved, if you don’t like it, I’ll let you kiss me back by force, I have no problem agreeing wholeheartedly.”

“…” A scoundrel!

Micaela shouted at her, “Drive!”.

“Yes, ma’am.” Nico answered her lazily and started the car unhurriedly.

Eyes full of triumph.

Micaela said, “Take me home.”

A man said, “Oh,” but as a result, he drove the car to his villa.

Micaela theorized with him, “I mean send me back to Aqua”.

Nico is a sly, “You only said you were being driven home, you didn’t say which house you were going to, this is also your home.”

“Nico…”

Before her words were out of her mouth, Nico had already gotten out, walked around the front of the car to the co-driver’s side, opened the door and extended his hand to her in a gentlemanly manner, inviting, “Get out of the car, ma’am, and come in for a cup of tea or … to see your acacia. ”

Micaela reached out, slapped her hand away and got out of the car and moved forward.

Nico waved his palm, smiled fondly and continued in stride, “Long legs to walk so fast, ma’am.”

“Not as long as you.”

“That’s good stamina, walking so fast without taking a breath.”

The corner of Micaela’s mouth twitched, “… don’t be poor.”