Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela fought the pain in her abdomen and had just reached the elevator door when she was picked up by Nico behind her in a horizontal hug.

She is very slight.

Tall and always thin.

But now, he was lighter than ever, so light that her heart ached.

It’s all his fault and he knows it.

Micaela frowned and glared at him, “Put me down.”

“A man who has lost blood still has the strength to scream?”

“More than that, I still have the strength to slap you, believe it or not, put me down.”

“No release.” Nico was also stubborn.

In a fit of pent-up anger or impulse, Micaela slapped him across the face again.

Snap.

A crisp, hard slap.

Nico didn’t react with any discomfort, his face was as expressionless as if the slap hadn’t hit him in the face, still holding her in his arms as he stepped into the elevator.

Aida, who had chased him to the entrance of the elevator to hand him his things, gaped at the scene.

Shit, shit, what relationship does the owner have with President Nico…?

The boss had the audacity to slap President Nico’s face in a dignified manner and he didn’t even raise an eyebrow.

This unbelievable news!

Campoverde walked over, looked at the closed elevator doors and said to Aida, “Is that a shock? Do you think Mr. Nico wouldn’t frown if your boss stuck a knife in his heart? That’s all it takes to scare you?”

“…”

Aida cooed, surprised, at the sour, refreshing sensation of eating cantaloupe off her own boss’s head.

…

Nico put Micaela in the car.

Micaela has been working as a social animal for quite some time, and her body has long been in an unbearable state. In the last two years, she has returned to average health, and has long been less than she used to be.

She clenched her stomach and curled up in the passenger seat, too sore to say a word, let alone disturb Nico.

Nico looked at her and unconsciously raised his hand to touch her, but realized something and pulled her back from the middle of the road.

Micaela turned her back on him and shrank back into the car seat, her face haggard.

Nico started the car and drove past a pharmacy.

Seeing how bad she looked, Nico stopped the car and simply dropped a weak, “Wait for me.”

He then got out of the car and walked into the pharmacy strutting his long legs.

I bought painkillers and a bottle of water back.

Back in the car, Nico took a painkiller out of the tin wrapper according to the measurements on the instructions, unscrewed another bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, “Take it and you’ll feel better.”

Micaela didn’t move, closed her eyes and said, “No.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Nico’s frown condensed as he pulled her body towards him, “Even if you want to be stubborn with me, first look how hard you are now!”.

She’s not stubborn.

Micaela averted her gaze slightly, tugging the corners of her lips faintly, sneering, “This medicine, after taking too much of it, has long since stopped working on me.”

Not even the doctor could do anything about it.

Nico, slightly dazed and momentarily confused, said, “Go to the hospital.”

Micaela laughed lightly, her look carried a hint of sarcasm: “If you go to the hospital for menstrual pain during your period, do you want to laugh at the doctor’s big teeth? Even if you go, the doctor can only prescribe painkillers and order you to drink more hot water. Take me home, now I just want to lie down.”

Nico lowered his posture, his cold, stern voice softened a little and he unconsciously asked, “It wasn’t like this before, how come you suddenly have menstrual cramps?”

He remembered that when Micaela used to have her period, there was nothing special about it, and it would never be as painful and fragile as it was now, her face as white as if it was about to break.

The warm street light outside the car window, through a little dappled light in, wrapped her face bloodless half light half dark, she curved her lips, clear and emotionless gaze look at him, said a fact: “not suddenly like this, Nico. two years ago the root of the disease, when I hate you, also this kind of pain, the doctor said, can never get better. ”

Nico’s gaze wavered and suddenly wanted to run away the moment he looked at her direct gaze.

And yet there was no place to hide the guilt in those eyes.

A lump rose in his throat and his muffled voice apologized, “Micaela… you’re sorry.”

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry, like it’s my fault I’m not saying it’s okay. nico, don’t tell me you’re sorry because I’m not going to give you any forgiveness in response.”

Nico swallowed saliva, “How… can you stop hating me so much?”

Micaela smiled with her lips and said in a faint voice, “Like the child that died in my womb. A life for a life, unless … I die.”

She said it lightly, but every word was hatred for him to the bone and blood.

Nico clenched his fists, the corners of his eyes scarlet as he watched the shadows of the trees looming over the windshield, his body chilled and his blood clotted and seized.

He never thought that one day, he and Micaela, would reach this point … where there would never again be a chance between them and he would be sentenced to death for her.

Micaela spoke superficially, “When I arrived in England, I had this pain every night, one day it hurt so much that I called Dario to take me to the hospital, I never thought it would hurt so much that I couldn’t stay awake, the doctor said it was a mental pain, it wouldn’t get better if I couldn’t loosen the knot, medication wouldn’t help much. I will always remember you forcing me to give blood to my enemy while our baby, was slowly dying inside me, it hurt too much Nico, I couldn’t let it go.”

“Why did you choose to punish me this way? You locked me in the attic and ignored me, all of which I could tolerate, and I thought one day you would get over it, but why did you choose to do it this way?”

“Even though you imprisoned me and tortured me, I kept secretly hoping you would set off fireworks for me. That Christmas Eve night, I waited all night, I knew I couldn’t wait, but I still wanted to wait. You don’t know how happy I would have been then, trapped in the little garret, if you had held me then and called me Micaela, even though I was sad, I would have persevered.”

“If you hadn’t forced me to give Kemena a blood transfusion, I think I probably would have wanted to stay with you even though I was broken. Nico, how about you show me what I have to do to not hate you after you killed me once?”

Nico stiffened and turned his head to look at her, and Micaela smiled slightly, her face covered with transparent tears.

Nico didn’t even, dare to look her in the eyes again, and only spoke hoarsely, “If hating me makes you feel better, so be it.”

She was covered in bruises, physical and mental, all of them caused by him.

But Micaela had a trace of kindness left for him after all.

He didn’t tell her that since the day of her miscarriage, she was unfit to be a mother.

All thanks to him.

Micaela closed her eyes, hopelessly thinking that this was a secret he wouldn’t know for the rest of his life because, well, he didn’t have to know.

Enough pain.

Her life is too messy to love anyone else.

He just wanted to hurry up and get it over with.