Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Dulcina Calvo’s eyes widened and her lips opened and closed in disbelief as she repeated the question, “You, you say that right now you’re … under my Ronda’s house?”.

“You have one minute to come down.”

“…”

From the kitchen, came the voice of Dulcina’s father, Dulcina’s mother, “Dulcina ah, the sugar water is ready, come and get the sugar water…”

Dulcina Calvo lowered her voice and said on the other end of the phone, “But, but I’m going to have sugar water soon!”

“Or do you want me to take you straight up?”.

Esteban Zaragosa’s tone was flat, but Dulcina Calvo was alive to the threat.

He tried to say something else, but the phone was already hung up.

Dulcina Calvo listened to the phone ring, a little helpless and a little horrified.

What was this demon Esteban doing in Ronda on Christmas Day? Was he visiting his family again this time?

Dulcina Calvo was afraid that if he went upstairs, mom and dad would mistake him for Lázaro Morejón again; it had been awkward enough the last time, she didn’t want to fool them again.

Dulcina Calvo was no longer in the living room when Dulcina’s father and mother came out of the kitchen with the sugar water.

“Hey, where’s Dulcina?”

“Yes, he was here a while ago, po? Dulcina?”

…

Dulcina Calvo put on a long, thick black down coat and ran down the stairs in a hurry.

Indeed, Esteban Zaragosa’s black Audi was parked downstairs.

The man, dressed in a black trench coat, stood in the cold night, his long fingers holding a lit cigarette, smoking it at a leisurely pace.

For a moment, Dulcina Calvo stares in amazement.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s not that she had never seen a handsome man, when she was a student at the University of Medicine, there were many girls from school, class and some seniors on the basketball team who were quite pretty, but their kind of handsomeness was not the same as Esteban Zaragosa. What was different, Dulcina Calvo couldn’t say for a while.

Perhaps … it’s what Eleanora Peña would call a mature male charm?

A short distance away, Dulcina Calvo scratched her head and asked, with a slightly unnatural expression, “What are you, what brings you to Ronda?”

How was it possible for the man who was messaging her one moment to parachute into this small county the next?

Have you teleported?

Esteban Zaragosa frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with his opening statement that way, the long fingers holding the cigarette shook the ashes from the lit cigarette, his voice was not salty, “You can come to Ronda, but I can’t?”

“…”

Not that I meant it that way.

“Mentor, are you coming to see that relative of yours again?”.

Esteban Zaragosa pursed his thin lips, “Come here.”

The girl was standing so far away, was she afraid of being eaten?

Was he as fierce in her eyes, as fierce as a beast?

Dulcina Calvo bit her lip and took a few steps forward to get closer to him, but choked at the smell of smoke around her. “Ahem.”

Esteban Zaragosa’s brow furrowed further, “Can’t you smell the smoke?”.

“My father has never smoked. Besides … he dies soon from secondhand smoke.” Dulcina Calvo muttered under her breath.

Esteban Zaragosa’s hand, clutching the cigarette, paused slightly, a smile curving shallowly around his thin lips, his dark eyes burning into it, before he dropped the butt at his feet and twisted it with his leather shoe.

Dulcina Calvo ducked her face to see the shiny black leather shoes, against the toe of her old cotton shoes, and unconsciously took a step back, but the man’s long, slender arms were quicker to encircle her waist.

Dulcina Calvo was startled, and as soon as she looked up she met Esteban Zaragosa’s dark eyes.

“…”

Did you go down to your house in the middle of the night to stand in the cold and look interesting?

Esteban Zaragosa leaned over with his handsome face riveted only on hers and asked, “What happened to that Happy New Year?”

“It’s just that I inadvertently sent it to a colleague by mistake. …. Well!”

Lips, breathing suddenly blocked.

The face, clear and steely, was lost from sight.

Dulcina Calvo was so surprised that she forgot to fight.

But Esteban Zaragosa was in the mood for her, and the girl he wanted was really sweet.

Esteban Zaragosa licked his lips, and leaned his forehead against hers, saying in a muffled voice, “I’ll give you one more chance, who was that Happy New Year meant for?”

“…”

Forcing a fight?

Dulcina Calvo flattened her lips, slightly offended, and muttered, “You’re blaming others for not sending you a Happy New Year when you yourself are sending mass messages …”

Esteban Zaragosa stared at her and laughed out loud, “Isn’t she happy?”.

Anyone who knew him well knew that, with his personality, he would not send a group message like “Happy New Year” without any real meaning.

Tonight, I had sent Happy New Year to her alone.

He didn’t think it made sense to simply say “Happy New Year” in a message, so he drove almost an hour from La Ciudad Santa to Ronda to ring in the New Year with her.

Esteban Zaragosa has never done anything so foolish.

“A mentor is always right. It’s just that mentor, the next time you send a group message, if someone sends you the same good wishes back, don’t tell them you sent it as a group message either, it hurts feelings too much.”

“Feelings?” A hint of amusement crept into Esteban Zaragosa’s eyes.

“Hmm.” Dulcina Calvo nodded matter-of-factly.

Esteban Zaragosa went further: “Are there feelings between us?

“… Master and apprentice … affection.”

“Have you ever seen a master and disciple relationship so good that they kiss?”

“…”

“Or have you ever seen, that master and disciple are so affectionate that they go to . in bed?”

Dulcina Calvo covered Esteban Zaragosa’s lips and looked at him on tiptoe: “That night was just an accident!”.

Esteban Zaragosa pulled her small hand away and asked her, word for word, “Dulcina Calvo, will you stay with me?”

“…”

With Esteban Zaragosa? But Esteban Zaragosa was his trainee teacher, the demon Esteban from whom he always had to defend himself when he slacked in the gags.

“No talk, is that a no?”

“…”

Dulcina Calvo did not nod or move her head.

Esteban Zaragosa, when he saw that she did not answer for a long time, pushed her hand away, turned around and opened the car door to leave.

Dulcina Calvo became impatient: “Are you leaving already?”.

“Or what, wait for you to turn me down?”. Esteban Zaragosa deliberately pressed her.

Dulcina Calvo’s face scrunched up as she realized she was really going to leave. “I just haven’t thought about it yet, I haven’t said no to you, I never saw you as someone to date, I always considered you my teacher trainee, my leader, my college tutor…”

Esteban Zaragosa clung to the open car door and glared back at him, “How old was your college tutor?”

Uh… Forty or fifty? He looked like he was almost sixty, up to almost retirement age.

“More than fifty …”

Esteban Zaragosa gasped, “You’re comparing me to an old man?”

The man was about to get into his car and drive away, when Dulcina Calvo, out of nowhere, suddenly ran up to him and threw her arms around his waist.

I have to say that the man was in great shape, and I could feel the strong, lean muscles of his body just by hugging him.

“Why are you hugging me if you don’t treat me like a man in his fifties?”. The man asked in a somber voice.

Dulcina Calvo looked up at the sky, blinked and said, half jokingly, half seriously, “At first, I treated you like my tutor, but something seemed different, but I couldn’t tell, because my tutor in college was also good to me, and even though you were grumpy sometimes, I knew you were good to me in your heart, or you wouldn’t always pick me up when I was drunk. I wouldn’t always pick me up when I was drunk.”

Esteban Zaragosa stood, letting the little person behind him hold his waist and listened to her in silence.

Dulcina Calvo continued: “I’ve heard from the people at the hospital that your guardian’s family is doing very well, but I don’t know exactly how well, anyway it’s not the same as a commoner like me. You always kiss me and hug me again, in fact … Actually that disgusts me because I think you just think it’s fun to do that. But … but I can’t seem to stop you from doing it.”

Esteban Zaragosa raised an eyebrow and coldly asked in turn, “You mean I’m sexually harassing you at work?”