Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

In these almost Christmas days, Adán Rouco was getting busier and busier with the work that had piled up before him and the end-of-the-year social commitments.

Estrella Berrocal had returned from the hospital and Adán Rouco had kept her like a piglet for more than half a month, gaining several kilos since she was pregnant.

But, I don’t know if it’s just her, but she feels that Adán Rouco has been distant and close to her lately.

Several times during the night, Adán Rouco had come home somewhat drunk, and after taking a shower, he had simply fallen asleep with her in his arms, and Estrella Berrocal had fallen asleep when she tried to talk to him.

He always felt that something was vaguely wrong, because the wrong could not be said to be causal.

Feeling a bit bored, she sent a message to Dulcina Calvo.

“Do you think couples get tired of each other after spending time with each other?”

Dulcina Calvo had just finished checking the room when she received the message and her first thought was that Adán Rouco had disliked Estrella Berrocal.

“No way, you and Adán Rouco have only been scamming each other for how long and has Adán Rouco started resenting you for being a bad wife?”.

“…”

Estrella Berrocal’s mouth twitched as her slender fingers tapped the screen of her phone and she said, “Is it so obvious to ask?”

“So Adán Rouco is really starting to resent you?”.

Dulcina Calvo was getting emotional, she had been abandoned and betrayed by Lázaro Morejón and she knew how it felt, not to mention that Estrella Berrocal had more obvious feelings for Adán Rouco than for Lázaro Morejón.

If she had been abandoned by Lázaro Morejón, it would have been difficult for a few days at most, but if Estrella Berrocal had been abandoned by Adán Rouco, it would have been of a quite different nature.

Estrella Berrocal said, “It’s just that lately I feel he’s not in a good mood, he comes home every night drunk and I try to talk to him, but he falls asleep.”

“So, he hasn’t been speaking well for a few days?”.

Estrella Berrocal thought for a moment, snapped her fingers and said, “About five or six days, the day before yesterday I got up early and had breakfast with him, but he didn’t talk much at the breakfast table either.”

Dulcina Calvo thought it was strange: “Adán Rouco is not cheating on you, is he? he cheated on you, didn’t he?

At the mention of the word by Dulcina Calvo, Estrella Berrocal’s heart suddenly quivered.

To deceive. To deceive.

Honestly, it’s not that he hadn’t thought about it, but his senses told him it couldn’t be.

Women were sensitive, even Estrella Berrocal, who sometimes had thick skin.

It was impossible not to feel it.

For … in all the time she had spent recovering from her abortion, until now, Adán Rouco had never touched her.

The closest he had ever come was hugging her and kissing her temple and forehead, and in all this time he had never even kissed her on the lips.

Adán Rouco was a normal man, no less desperate in that sense than the average man, and before she was pregnant he had wanted her almost every night.

Earlier he had held back because she was pregnant, for the sake of the child and for her sake, and naturally she knew that this was a sign of his pity for her.

But now, her body had recovered sufficiently and was not as weak as when she was pregnant before, thanks to the meticulous care of Adán Rouco.

But… his body had clearly recovered, so why… had not done so in the slightest?

It had been a long, long time since they had been intimate, from the pregnancy, through the miscarriage, to now.

Estrella Berrocal may be a woman, but a woman can feel like loving, especially when it is the man she loves.

Estrella Berrocal stares at the chat screen with Dulcina Calvo, the word “infidelity”, and the words “cheating”. The word “cheating” suddenly lost the mood to respond to Dulcina Calvo.

He withdrew and slid his finger back into the Adam Rouco dialog box, wrestling with it for a long while, editing it several times before sending a light greeting.

“When are you coming home tonight?”

When Adán Rouco received this message, he was in a meeting and might have a dinner to attend in the evening, so it was uncertain what time he would get home.

Estrella Berrocal, who was lying in bed waiting for an answer, did not get one.

She tossed and turned in bed with the phone in her arms and finally stared at the screen, a sense of crisis sweeping through her at that moment.

I wanted to send another message to Adán Rouco, but I didn’t want to.

She was afraid of becoming a stalker, and of becoming a jealous woman in the mind of Adán Rouco who had to be watched and avoided at all times.

Finally, Estrella Berrocal closed the phone and lay down on her bed, collapsing into sleep.

…

When Adán Rouco returns, the house is dark and there is not a single light.

He frowns slightly and, not seeing the petite figure in the living room, looks over his shoulder and long-legged up the stairs, pushes into the bedroom and seeing the little woman asleep on the bed through the pale moonlight through the window, his heart, at last, is reassured.

I had thought … that someone had taken her away, or that, knowing something, she had thought for a moment and run away from home again.

Adam Rouco lightened his steps and approached with long legs, the front half of her body was lying on the edge of the bed, almost falling off it, her cell phone dropped on the lamb’s blanket on the floor, and she seemed to have fallen asleep playing with it.

Adán Rouco let out an inaudible sigh and leaned over her, picking her up whole, turning her over carefully, trying to make her sleep comfortably, but although his movements were getting lighter and lighter, they kept waking her up.

“You’re back. …”

His voice was thick with sleep, and his voice was muffled and soft, like cotton candy.

Adam Rouco reached for a side quilt and covered her with it, gently scolding, “Why are you sound asleep on the floor?”

Estrella Berrocal’s drowsiness faded and she looked at him stunned, with a tinge of resentment and sadness shining in her dark eyes.

Adán Rouco reached out and grabbed her face as she stared at him without saying anything: “Confused?”.

Estrella Berrocal pulled her hand away and looked at the time on the watch on her wrist. “What time is it?”

Adán Rouco said: “Half past ten”.

Estrella Berrocal gently let go of his wrist and said in a muffled voice, “Lately you don’t get home before ten o’clock at night.”

It was not a statement that could be considered a complaint, but there was a bit of aggression in it, but more than that, it was loneliness.

Adán Rouco’s dark eyes were pinned, he reached out to rub her sleepy hair and said, “I have a lot of social engagements lately, and with the arrival of the New Year, there are always a lot of dinners.”

Estrella Berrocal emitted an “hmm”, not sure if she was satisfied with this explanation.

Adán Rouco, a little dizzy from the night’s drinks, said in a light voice: “You go to bed, I’m going to take a shower”.

As soon as she got up, the little woman, with her face down, took his large hand in hers.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Adán Rouco stood, looking at her.

She didn’t look up, but asked in a very soft voice, “Was the girl at the dinner party pretty?”

In this soft voice, listen carefully and you can hear the hint of trembling and panic.

Naturally, Adán Rouco sensed this, and with a sudden soft laugh he looked at the curved, white nape of her neck and said, “Naturally, they were handsome, of course. At a dinner party, you never go up to someone who is not handsome to take away their appetite.”

No sooner had she said that than she felt Estrella Berrocal’s small hand pinching the back of her hand harder, her fingertips trying to nestle in her bones.

Fierce, vicious, like an angry lion cub that would like to bite you but doesn’t dare.

Adam Rouco’s mood, somber for so many days, lightened for no apparent reason. He curved his lips and looked at her playfully, saying, “Are you trying to rip my hand off? Are you going to let someone take a shower? Hmm?”