Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

“Don’t you like me anymore?”

Adán Rouco was slightly stunned by the sudden question.

Estrella Berrocal’s question was childish and, to Adán Rouco’s ears, even a bit jealous and tender.

Allowing her to take one of his large hands, he wrapped his other around her body so that she rested on his waist and stomach.

A large hand patted him on the back and his voice trailed off slightly as he said, “What’s all this nonsense?”

Estrella Berrocal, a bit stubborn, wrapped her arms around his strong waist and asked in a squeaky voice, “Is it true then that you like someone else?”

Adán Rouco raised a hand, squeezed his brow bone and finally sat down next to her, his dark eyes looking deeply into her, “No, I don’t like anyone else.”

“But you just said the girl at dinner was beautiful.”

“Just kidding, I don’t even remember what the girl at dinner looked like.”

He was half serious, half cajoled.

However, Adán Rouco was used to seeing beautiful women at such dinners, and since he was used to seeing them, even if the woman at the dinner was beautiful, it was naturally irrelevant to him.

Tonight, at dinner, the other party even introduced him to his own niece, and after politely declining, he didn’t look at the girl the whole time, let alone remember what she looked like.

She was pretty, come to think of it, only as pretty as she was, she wasn’t his Star.

Estrella Berrocal threw her arms around his neck and rubbed his little head in the crook of her neck, very reassuringly, and said, “You’ve been drinking every day lately, how’s your stomach doing?”

The smell of wine was evident, he must have drunk a lot during the night.

Adán Rouco sighed tersely, removed his small hand from his neck, held it in the palm of his hand and said, “I’m going to take a shower first, you go back to sleep.”

Estrella Berrocal nodded; she smelled not only of alcohol, but also of women’s perfume, which she must have picked up during the get-togethers.

While Adán Rouco went to take a shower, Estrella Berrocal lay in bed, unable to sleep.

When Adán Rouco came out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed in his comfortable cotton pajamas, Estrella Berrocal immediately hid in his arms like a little kangaroo and snuggled with him in the most familiar and intimate position.

Adán Rouco’s chin brushed against his shaggy, fluffy hair and, closing his eyes, he asked her quietly, “What did you have for dinner?”

“I had a bowl of noodles.”

Adán Rouco was slightly surprised: “Instant noodles?”.

“…”

Estrella Berrocal kept silent, a mute response.

With a certain obnoxious exasperation, Adán Rouco said, “You are playing with your body.”

“But you’re not at home and the truth is I don’t feel like cooking, and besides, I feel recovered, so I should be fine with the occasional noodle dish.”

Estrella Berrocal is not as meticulous as Adán Rouco when it comes to food; she feels good filling her stomach and rarely nourishes herself.

In the month following her miscarriage, she would not have eaten the least bit tasty if Adam Rouco had not supervised nutritious meals and various soups and medicated meals.

But it turns out that good medicine is better for the sick man, and in just a month he has gained four or five pounds.

Adán Rouco sighed, a little helplessly, wanting to lose his temper but unable to do so, he had drunk too much wine, his mind was a little dizzy, and for the moment, holding the blandita in his arms, he wanted to sleep well, these days, he was so busy with social engagements, on the one hand, it was true that there were many year-end social engagements, on the other hand, although he had decided long ago that he would not let it go, but Estrella’s identity, in the end, was a problem He does not fear the day when someone will reveal his identity, and he will not be swayed, but he fears that Estrella will be harmed.

The world, which has always been hostile to women, is much deeper and crueler.

Estrella Berrocal may be Mrs. Rouco, but at the end of the day she is just a young woman in her early twenties, and there are things that Adán Rouco would rather she knew nothing about.

“Go to sleep.”

Estrella Berrocal, awake after her long afternoon of sleep, lifted her face from his arms and said, “But I still want to talk to you.”

Adán Rouco said nothing.

Estrella Berrocal bit her lip and said, “Adán, do you want to talk to me?”.

“Talk about what?”

“Why didn’t you return my messages today on …?”.

She had waited a long time, had even wanted to call him, but had held back.

No man likes a wife who “checks in” all the time.

Adán Rouco then remembered and said: “I wanted to do it, but I forgot.

Estrella Berrocal’s first reaction was to say: “You wouldn’t have done that before, you would have answered me before”.

But then she refrained from saying it, for it would have made her look too mean and selfish.

It would be unbecoming of her to be so calculating when a man is out there earning a living and raising a family, and she is so busy.

But what wife doesn’t want her husband to always be the first to respond when he sees her message?

In the end, Estrella Berrocal simply said “oh”.

After a long moment, Estrella Berrocal quietly put her finger on it and said shyly, “Adam, when are we going to have another child?”

The question was asked with a slight warmth in her little face.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

He waited a long time, but the man next to him did not answer, and he turned his head to see that Adán Rouco seemed to have fallen asleep.

Estrella Berrocal looked at him and called out to him softly twice more, but he did not respond.

“Is he really asleep?”

She let out a soft sigh and looked up at the ceiling, a little lost.

…

The next morning Adán Rouco awoke early, leaning on one arm looking down at the little woman still asleep in his arms.

Estrella Berrocal, restless in her sleep, stirred several times and woke up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Adán Rouco looking at her, and her heart fluttered for no apparent reason.

By some miracle, Estrella Berrocal pounced on him and pressed her whole body against Adán Rouco.

She was about to press her lips against his when Adán Rouco suddenly slapped her on the waist and said, “Get up, I still have alcohol in my mouth, can you kiss me?”

“I don’t care.” Estrella Berrocal said with a red face.

Adán Rouco, however, had already put her to bed, got up from her and said: “You can sleep a little longer”.

Estrella Berrocal pouted, a little dejected by the rejection, and grabbed the sheets and pulled them over her head.

Adán Rouco heard no noise behind him and unconsciously turned to look, but he could no longer see her, only the two small hands clutching the blankets over her head.

The man smiled and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

Estrella Berrocal thought with a sigh that indeed Adán Rouco had become immune to her and that she seemed to have lost her charm and attractiveness with him.

After all, Adán Rouco used to eat her to the bone when she took the initiative, but now he seemed to have lost interest in her …

Estrella Berrocal looked curiously under the sheets at her chest.

It had not gotten any smaller.

Why … had lost interest?

Adán Rouco came out of the bathroom to wash and change when he saw the little woman on the bed looking at his chest.

Adán Rouco frowned slightly, “What are you doing?”.

Estrella Berrocal hurried to cover her head with the sheets, looked away and said calmly: “Nothing, nothing”.