Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The sharp dagger, centimeter by centimeter, dug into the man’s black shirt until, with a “poof”, Estrella Berrocal’s entire finger froze!

She knew that little sound, the sound of the dagger in her flesh!

She forgot to struggle, but Adán Rouco was still holding her hand and plunging the dagger into her chest, while his dark eyes were fixed on her: “Estrella, if you want to make me pay, hit harder”.

Estrella Berrocal’s face was white and her eyes red as she stared at him, tears trembling in her eyes and her fingers trembling with them.

“Adam Rouco, I set you up all along, I even tricked you into going to Beach Island…”

Tears, snapping and falling from her eyes, fell on the back of Adam Rouco’s hand that she held with her own.

The man’s brow furrowed deeply and his dark eyes burned as he stared at her and asked in a muffled voice, “So, have you really thought about killing me?”

“I … did.”

But only that time, when she thought she had not yet fallen in love with him, and even if she had, it was only at first, when she thought she would be glad that Adam Rouco had died in that inhuman accident, but that night, when she learned that he had really got into the boat and that there had been a shipwreck at sea, she was on the beach, with nothing but regret and remorse and heartache …

When he stood untouched in the moonlight, looking at her with a faint smile, she had at that moment the impulse to give up on avenging her father’s death.

Adam Rouco bowed his head slightly, his forehead resting gently on hers, holding her small hand clutching the dagger with one hand, stroking the back of her neck with the other, his voice almost affectionate, “Star, if this stab, relieves your hatred, stab a little deeper.”

Estrella Berrocal’s body shook uncontrollably, and as Adán Rouco thrust his hand a little deeper into her chest, Estrella Berrocal desperately tried to pull the dagger out, “No!”

The dagger, piercing Adam Rouco’s hand, fell shatteringly to the floor, blood spurting instantly from both hands, the black shirt on the front of Adam Rouco’s chest, thicker with blood, splashing drop by drop onto the white tiles of the room.

Estrella Berrocal stood stunned, her small hands covered in blood covering the wound on the front of Adán Rouco’s chest, “Adán Rouco, are you all right? Are you… fine…”

The man’s large hands, encircling her slender waist, enclosed her tightly in his arms and lowered his head to kiss her pale lips.

Estrella Berrocal’s salty tears slipped into the other’s mouth, and Adán Rouco moved to kiss the tears from her little face, but his tone was overbearing, pressing his lips against her forehead and saying, “Estrella Berrocal, if you can’t lay your hands on me tonight, stay by my side, I won’t let you leave me…”

Estrella Berrocal looked at him, tears rolling down her face as she choked, “But I almost got you buried at sea, I’ve been lying to you, I set you up, don’t you really hate me?”.

“Yes, but I’m angrier.” The man paused, frowning, “I’m angry at you for preferring to work with Jonathan Tasis rather than tell me the truth, and I’m even angrier at myself for not having you fall completely in love with me…”

Estrella Berrocal’s mind was scrambled, sobbing and sobbing, “Adán Rouco, why are you being so nice to me…”

How the hell was I going to choose.

She could not face Adán Rouco, she could not forget the death of her father, but she was also … really in love with him.

Blood, soaking the palms of her hands, her eyes trembling fiercely, she said hurriedly, “I’ll call a doctor!”.

Adán Rouco restrained her: “I will go to the doctor and bandage it myself, don’t go out, you will make people suspicious”.

Estrella Berrocal swallowed saliva, how could she be thinking about that at a time like this?

However, his hands, his hospital gown, were now covered in blood, and with his panicky mood, as if he had just killed someone, I feared he would actually attract the police.

“But his wound…”

“It’s okay, the wound shouldn’t be too deep.”

Adán Rouco held her down on the hospital bed and instructed her: “Stay here and don’t come out until I get back.

Estrella Berrocal looked at Adán Rouco’s back as he walked away, her vision blurred.

Why his father’s death had been linked to the Rouco Group, to Adán Rouco, and how much better it would have been if it had all been a misunderstanding.

…

Adán Rouco went to Esteban Zaragosa’s office.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Esteban Zaragosa helped him clean the wound, looked at the bloodstain and frowned, “Did Estrella Berrocal stab him?”.

“Nothing to do with her, I made her do it.”

“Adam, this is the first time I’ve seen you pamper a woman like this.”

Adam Rouco’s eyes deepened: “Favor?”.

Esteban Zaragosa sat down on a chair to clean Adán Rouco’s wounds and said, half seriously, half jokingly: “You can’t let anyone say a word about that woman who stabbed you like that…. No, that’s not consenting, that’s loving. ”

Esteban Zaragosa corrected himself quite seriously.

“Be patient, it hurts a little.”

As Esteban Zaragosa disinfected him with medicinal alcohol, Adán Rouco frowned and closed his eyes. “I’m just gambling that he cares about me.”

“Love, like gambling, he who doesn’t hold out first, loses first. are you sure? is it just her?”

Adán Rouco opened his dark eyes and looked at Esteban Zaragosa: “If I wasn’t sure, I would have been hurt for nothing.”

Esteban Zaragosa was stunned, then looked at Adán Rouco and the corners of both their lips curled up.

“But let me remind you that Jonathan Tasis was going crazy when Analena Lozada died, and Estrella Berrocal is not going to get off that easy if she messes with him.”

“It’s been ten years since Analena Lozada, and it’s time to set things right.”

…

Adán Rouco bandaged his wounds and returned to Estrella Berrocal’s hospital room, and when he pushed open the door, he saw the little woman curled up in a ball, evidently terrified for the night.

“Adam …”

Estrella Berrocal raised her head when she heard the door open, and felt only a slight relief to see that her face was unharmed.

Adán Rouco reached out with his long legs and took the nervous little woman in his arms, caressing her back with his large hands and pressing his thin lips against her forehead as he asked softly, “Are you worried about me?”

Estrella Berrocal raised her hand and gently stroked his chest: “How are you, how are you hurt? Is it serious?”.

When the man saw how nervous she was, she suddenly said in a soft voice, “I’m not going to die yet.”

When she heard the word “death”, Estrella Berrocal raised her hand to cover her lips: “What are you talking about? Don’t say that word.

Adam Rouco looked into her black and white eyes and took her hand that was over his thin lips and rubbed it gently in his palm. “Don’t you want me to die?”

His gaze was so smoldering that Estrella Berrocal couldn’t resist and looked slightly down at the buttons of his shirt, only then did she realize he was wearing a different one, “Have you changed?”

“Well, I couldn’t wear my old one and Esteban lent me one of his shirts.”

“Esteban?”

“Don’t worry, Men, it’s the doctor who’s here.”

Why was she explaining it? It wasn’t as if she suspected anything, and besides, what woman wore such a big shirt.

Her cheeks warmed slightly, but she was still worried about the chest wound, it had to be close to her heart, was she really okay?

He stammered and asked, “Can I see your wound?”.

Adán Rouco said “yes” and did not refuse.

Estrella Berrocal raised her small hand and unbuttoned Adán Rouco’s shirt, one by one, until she could see his slim, shapely and sexy chest.

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