Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Late in the evening, Nico picked up his phone and headed to the living room.

He calls President Victoria at ReVision Video.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“It is necessary to amend the production contract for the rights to the internship variety show that the Amengual Group is working on with RTV to include Walking Media as producer, with the Amengual Group being a co-producer with Walking Media.”

President Victoria on the other end of the phone was a bit stunned, “President Nico, this is unprecedented, besides, with the strength of the Amengual Group’s film and media company, there is no need for two co-productions, this…. …”

“It’s a deal, this program, must be produced by Micaela, if not, I can always withdraw the financing that was negotiated before.”

“…”

Everything is a capital game, but capital eats capital, big capital eats small capital, small capital eats small shrimp.

Nico doesn’t bother with verbiage.

In fact, Nico has very little to do with what his film and television companies do, as they are just one of the subsidiaries of the Amengual Group.

But Micaela is in the entertainment business and has to do film and media, so Nico has only started to take the helm himself over the years.

Just to have a little more in common with her, just to be closer to her, if only a little.

Nico hung up the phone and went back to his room, lying cautiously on the bed, his arm resting on his head, just looking intently at the woman beside him.

This face, which has come to mind a thousand times, can be scrutinized with such real concentration, as if it were as long ago as if it were a century ago.

Impressive and beautiful was Nico’s first impression of Micaela.

He had seen many beautiful faces, but Micaela’s was the one that immediately caught his attention.

I thought I was nothing more than a drunk, lusting after her amazing skin, and that one day I would grow tired of her.

But over time, knowing that her sharp personality and his own are pointed, and that he always falls apart when he doesn’t speak more than a few sentences, but coveting her occasional poured tenderness, he still loves her to pieces.

She probably could have put a compulsion on him that only she could have resolved.

What is inadequate is just a yoke imposed by the world on different personalities.

There is no such thing as a perfect mate in this world, but since one loves too much, one is always willing to bow first.

From the moment he saw her alive two years later, Nico thought that from then on he would let her have everything, as long as she was alive, everything would be fine, but when it came to the moment of truth, it was impossible not to get angry at all.

Like tonight when he got drunk with A. He wouldn’t let it happen again.

Nico’s wife, who was turned into an alcoholic woman by someone else at a drinks table, did she really think Nico was dead?

Nico reached up and touched her still heated face, red and hot from the wine.

But the touch, hot and real, is a Michaelmas.

Nico wasn’t sleepy, he just wanted to look at her, to be near her, to press her thin lips to his ear, to murmur over and over, Micaela, with deep emotion.

As if calling wasn’t enough.

To make up for the two years of vacancy, all in tonight, completely.

Micaela felt a little tickle from his touch on her face, she reached out and pushed his hand, her own hands covered her face and just wanted to sleep well, she was so tired she dreamed, “I’ll sleep for a while … just a while …. then with you keep drinking … we still have to sign the contract … don’t run away … don’t run away… if you run away I’ll come to your house to block you… Don’t run away…”

His voice, hoarse and soft from drunkenness, was like a huge pendulum hitting hard on the tip of her heart with a dull ache.

Does she hate it so much that she doesn’t give up even when she’s being harassed like this?

Nico took a deep breath and reached out to take Micaela in his arms, wanting to hold her tightly, but fearing that holding her too tightly would be counterproductive.

The more you try to hold on to something, the more it wears out, but the more you let go of it completely, the more you can’t do it.

The world likes it, they are superficial, so they know how to stop, but only love this thing, it is difficult to talk about the proportion, the more it is a burden, the less it is frivolous.

Sometimes Nico even wish he could love her less, worry less, to calmly and restraint to weigh the many bad and grim emotions in the relationship.

Peaceful cohabitation is also possible in the long run.

But Micaela, in the end, is his uncontrollable love.

The distinction is great.

…

Micaela awoke in the wee hours of the morning to a gray dawn outside the house.

Hangover, stomach ache and an old problem came together and the discomfort made Micaela get out of bed.

Dang.

Nico woke up.

Micaela sat on her knees on the lamb blanket next to the bed, clutching her stomach, her face grim and haggard, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Nico hurried out of bed, knelt beside her and asked, “Where does it hurt, stomach ache or where?”

Micaela clutched her stomach and gritted her teeth without answering, her whole body on the verge of collapse from the pain.

Nico tousled her long, flowing hair and, seeing that her face was white and bloodless, said with a shocked look, “You can’t do this, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

When he said that, he tried to bend down and hug her.

Micaela pushed him away forcefully with one hand, “No need!”.

Surprisingly resilient, he reached into the bag on the bedside table, which came off the counter and fell to the floor, where Micaela rummaged messily through the bag and pulled out a small bottle of pills, popping two directly into her mouth.

It’s an old problem, from a blood transfusion and a miscarriage two years ago.

Every time I don’t feel well, or my resistance weakens, that old problem comes back and it hurts like hell.

The doctor said it was a mental pain that was hard to eradicate, a heart condition that was hard to cure.

Naturally, Nico noticed the little white bottle of medicine and asked with a frown, “What is this medicine?”

Micaela shoved the small medicine bottle into her purse in a hurry, as if she were keeping a secret from anyone. She bit her bloodless lips and struggled to her feet, holding the bed, saying, “From now on, my business is none of your business, so please stay out of it.”

Micaela turned around and was about to leave when Nico stood behind her and said in a cold voice, “The rights to the Apprentice variety show are being produced, the Amengual Group and Walking Media need a co-production, Micaela, do you dare to accept this deal?”

Her voice, restrained and calm, was like a total negotiation.

Micaela knew he was just being provocative.

She grabbed the hand that carried her purse and pinched it in her palm, “So what if I don’t dare?”

Nico walked over to her, his gaze calm as Savanna looked into her eyes and said, “You don’t dare, which means you still can’t let go of our relationship, you can’t let go of your feelings, you don’t dare see me once in a while, afraid that your hatred for me will rub off and you won’t be able to resist forgiving me.”

Forgiven?

Micaela tugged at the corners of her lips and snorted, pursed her pale lips and said in one word, “Nico, maybe, I still love you, but forgiveness, I can’t afford. The moment you forced me to give Kemena a blood transfusion, you should have known how extravagant it was for me to forgive you. I am not in a position to ask your forgiveness when you once pushed me away with your own hands.”

His every word was like a sharp, serrated blade with a saw, driving a bloody knife into her heart.

Micaela walked past him, Nico grabbed her wrist and said, “Since you have no intention of forgiving me, do you dare to take over the production of the apprentice variety show? Don’t you want a divorce? I’ll give you the chance. As long as you prove to me that you can get along with me in the cloud, I’ll let you off.”

Micaela smiled and spoke in a soft voice: “I hope Mr. Nico will be true to his word. “