Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

When Micaela gets up at seven in the morning and pulls up the blinds on the first floor, the soothing sea breeze is still blowing in every corner of the house, and bits of sunlight are streaming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sun is so good it’s enviable.

Not far from the window is the blue sea, golden sun, white waves, sand, yachts and seagulls.

Nico sleeps on his back in the fluffy double bed in the upstairs bedroom, his biological clock Micaela has never been able to supplement, and where people sleep until dawn during the day before waking up lazily, Micaela, by contrast, is disciplined enough to maintain an old person’s biological clock.

And she’s in such a picturesque, sunny location that sleeping in late is not the way to go and getting up at seven to make breakfast is the way to go.

Micaela had just gone to the fridge to see what ingredients she could cook, thinking that Nico had been here alone for so long and that, according to his character, the fridge would be empty, but when she opened it, the large three-door fridge was almost full with an abundance of food and everything.

Micaela thought it was a little strange and muttered as she pulled fresh ingredients out of the fridge, “I can’t believe you’ve taken a turn and can cook.”

Micaela was getting ready to make a sandwich when the doorbell rang.

“Ding-dong, ding-dong.”

Micaela ran to the front door of the villa to open it, expecting a messenger or a newspaper delivery, but when she did, there was a hot, tall, blue-eyed, blonde-haired foreign woman standing outside.

Micaela unconsciously appraised the other woman, and well, prettier impossible.

When the foreign woman saw Micaela, her eyes were visibly disappointed for a few moments, and she asked Micaela in fluent Spanish-American, “Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Nico, where is Mr. Nico?”

Micaela replied in Spanish, “He is upstairs sleeping, may I ask who you are, what can I do for him?”

The foreign woman examined Micaela up and down with a strange look as well, “Who are you with Mr. Nico?”

Micaela is wearing a white Nico shirt and jeans, her soft fluffy hair is pulled back in a barrette, her long hair is scattered around her temples, her clean white face is smooth and dust free, her lazy, casual look is so casual that a casual observer might guess that she just got out of a man’s bed.

There was no reason why Micaela couldn’t sleep with a mature and very seductive, handsome and charming man sleeping in the villa.

With a man like Nico, sleeping with him was a plus.

Micaela held the small wooden door of the villa with one hand and smiled playfully, “I am Mr. Nico’s fiancee.”

The pretty foreign woman was slightly puzzled, “What, isn’t Mr. Nico single?”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Micaela patiently replied, “Single until yesterday yes, but not today.”

The foreign woman was even more surprised, “Did you really chase Mr. Nico in one day?”.

“…” Micaela rubbed her nose, a little awkwardly, which was an exaggeration.

Micaela noticed the foreign woman carrying two large pieces of fresh lettuce in her hand and it was probably clear, “Are you here … to deliver food to Mr. Nico?”

The foreign woman seemed a little annoyed to learn that Nico was not single and scratched her hair. “I was trying to woo Mr. Nico so I could bring him food every day, and this is really very bad news, bad!”

“…”

How can Nico be so charming that, even on an island where no one knows him, beautiful women come over to hit on him?

The foreign woman, her emotions running high, glared furiously at the two fresh lettuces in her hand before saying, “Since Mr. Nico has an owner, I’m not giving this lettuce away! Hmph, I’m not the only one who will be sad anyway”.

Micaela was curious, “Who else could be sad?”.

“Almost every woman on this street has delivered groceries to Mr. Nico, and they’d be sorry if they knew.

How dare you say that all the dishes in the fridge are from the women on this island?

“…” Truth be told, Micaela didn’t expect Nico to be so bright and spirited when he went out on his own.

It’s horrible that a whole street of women are interested in him.

Micaela spent the morning dispatching several foreign women, one of whom was a teenage sister.

The little sister excitedly described Nico to Micaela: “That hot guy with the black sunglasses and the sports car and the suit pants and the man sandals is just great!”

With black sunglasses, driving a sports car, western pants and men’s leather sandals?

So, that’s how Nico has been shaking this grape isle all this time?

No wonder the testosterone can’t be contained and attracts a whole host of women, from young widows in their thirties to lovestruck teenagers.

But Micaela doesn’t deny that the men she looks at are always glorious.

Nico’s languid, uninhibited ease and humor are damned charming.

After preparing breakfast in the open kitchen, Micaela called Nico a couple of times from downstairs, who came lazily and unhurriedly downstairs.

A pair of male arms came around behind Micaela, who was standing at the kitchen table.

Micaela picked up a fresh, juicy lettuce and slipped it into Nico’s mouth, who snapped it with a crisp bite and an accompanying comment, “Mmm, nice lettuce today.”

Micaela turned her head to look at him and smiled evasively.

Nico squeezed her hand and popped another lettuce from the salad plate into his mouth, “What are you doing looking at your man so early in the morning, do you want to spend the day in bed?”

Micaela smiled intriguingly, pursed her red lips and pointed to the salad plate, “All these plates, all from your admirers on this island, I sent five of them for you early this morning, all to deliver to you.”

“… cough cough.” Nico clenched his fist to cover his lips, slightly embarrassed.

Micaela leaned against the kitchen table and looked at him with a smile, “Mr. Nico, you are very outgoing lately, you are wearing black sunglasses, a sports car, leather pants and sandals, well … think of that image, it seems to be quite flirtatious. ”

“Micaela…”

Micaela had walked past him, carrying his sandwich to the minimalist kitchen table to eat.

Nico stood still and held out his hands.

It’s kind of mean.

Nico walked over to Micaela and sat down, his long fingers cupped the egg from the sandwich onto Micaela’s plate and he ate it right away.

Micaela frowned, “Did you wash your hands?”.

“Just washed it, what, you don’t like me?”

Nico took her fork in his hand and popped a slice of cucumber in his mouth, teasing her with a raised eyebrow, “Why didn’t you throw all the vegetables out of the fridge? You’re still eating safely.”

“You’re part of this, aren’t you ashamed to eat a dish you’ve earned with your good hide, what, you don’t let the future Mrs. Micaela eat it?”

Nico rested his chin on one hand and looked at her playfully, “Ms. Micaela is quite jealous, but you really misunderstand me, my wife, am I an everything man? Apparently not.”

“What are you barking at?”

“Wife.” Nico moved closer and his thin lips landed a kiss right on her cheek, arrogant and ungainly.

Nico turned back to the fridge to grab mineral water to drink, “I picked your vegetables, I didn’t take your people. Aren’t all these vegetables going to fit in your stomach now? I’m begging for food to fill your belly with my skin, and even if you don’t thank me, you’re telling me, how’s that for a joke?”.

Micaela is very funny, it’s a pity Nico’s mouth is not good for comedy.

After breakfast, Nico, wearing black sunglasses and suit pants and leather sandals, drives a convertible sports car and honks at Micaela in the courtyard of the villa.

Micaela peeked out and saw that the man was a true environmentalist.

This eco-friendly dress is a young girl’s best friend.

Nico shouted to her, “I’ll take you for a ride and let the whole island know that I’m in love!”

“…” It’s hard to keep a low profile when you’re with a high profile person.