Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Adán Rouco is seated in a black executive chair, his dark eyes are deep, his face is cold and his posture is protruding.

Adán Rouco’s schizophrenia aside, this man is truly a divine favorite, a handsome, wise man with a discreet reserve in the way he moves.

Vanesa Bartolome was so taken with this perfect Adán Rouco that she never felt the same way about any other man.

When she learned of Adán Rouco’s illness, she realized that she had never really known this man, had never been involved in his unknown side.

Vanesa Bartolome’s feelings towards Adán Rouco are complicated, she is fascinated but afraid, even though she doesn’t want to be with him, she is not going to stand by and watch him with another woman.

She can’t have him and doesn’t want another woman to have Adán Rouco.

Seeing that Adán Rouco remains silent, Vanesa Bartolome smiles softly, grabbing his arms, “Why don’t you say anything?”.

Adán Rouco slowly twists the cap of his pen without looking at her, “What do you expect me to say to someone who comes to see me unannounced and uninvited, and who threatens me as soon as we see each other?”

The man’s gaze was cold, and Vanesa Bartolome knew that Adán Rouco was really angry, because Adán Rouco hated being threatened, least of all by a woman.

“You know, I didn’t mean to threaten you, you made me do it.”

Adam Rouco’s large, slender hands folded nonchalantly. “Now that you’ve seen me too, what exactly did you mean when you saw me? Catching up on old times, I guess there’s nothing to say between us.”

“Adán Rouco, when your second personality appeared back then, it scared me a lot, I think any girl would have been shocked that her boyfriend was schizophrenic and the first thing she wanted to do was to hide, it’s a normal human reaction…”

Before Vanesa Bartolome could finish her sentence, Adán Rouco interrupted with derision: “So what, I must forgive you for having frightened you? Miss Vanesa, I have never blamed you and much less hated you, if you are here today to ask my forgiveness, it’s easy, I have forgiven you and you can go. ”

“Adam!” frowned Vanessa Bartholomew, “I have returned this time to find that I have always loved you, I …”

Adán Rouco scoffed, “Miss Vanesa, don’t you want to tell me that your heart was in love with me while you were in love with other men? What, are you no longer afraid of my second personality? So much in love that you are willing to be with the “psychopath” as you call him?”

Vanesa Bartolomé took a deep breath and said, “I know you’re angry now and I’m not going to argue with you, but from what I know, your future wife, she doesn’t seem to know about your condition either, does she? If she did know, can you guarantee that she wouldn’t be afraid, that she wouldn’t run away from you like I did then?”.

Adam Rouco’s dark eyes sank, then he said with assurance, “She won’t do it, Vanesa Bartolome, don’t compare yourself to her, you’re not worthy.”

Vanesa Bartolome’s face turned red with anger and she gritted her teeth: “Humph, are you so sure?”.

“Of course, my future wife, with my second personality, gets along very well, without bothering Miss Vanessa.”

Vanesa Bartolomé’s eyes flashed with astonishment and she was about to say something else when there was already a knock at the door.

“Knock, knock.”

“Chief, the meeting is about to start and the directors are already here, waiting for you to come.”

Adán Rouco stood up and said coldly: “Miss Vanessa, I am going to have a meeting, there is no farewell”.

Vanesa Bartolomé clenched her fist, wanting to get angry, but she had to leave.

When Vanesa Bartolomé left her office, she shot a murderous glance at Santino Yepes at the door, who rubbed his nose and said kindly, “Miss Vanesa take care, don’t say goodbye.”

…

Vanesa Bartolomé got into her car and sat down to calm her emotions.

Adán Rouco had said that his future wife got along well with his second personality?

How could that be?

He did not believe that a normal person would not be afraid of the schizophrenic Adán Rouco.

Vanesa Bartolomé picked up the file sitting on the passenger side, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed on the file photo and snorted, “Estrella Berrocal, we’ll see you soon, I’d like to see what you can do to fill Mrs. Rouco’s position!”

…

Estrella Berrocal was still mulling over her friend’s circle with the phone in her arms when Dulcina Calvo’s call came in.

When she picked up the phone, it was Dulcina Calvo’s voice, agitated to the point of incoherence.

“Estrella Berrocal, what, what do I do, I…”

Estrella Berrocal frowned, thinking something serious had happened, “What’s wrong? Tell me nicely, don’t be nervous”.

“I I I I I … I have slept with Esteban Zaragosa”.

Estrella Berrocal’s mouth twitched, and after a few seconds of silence, she said quietly: “Well, goodbye to Lázaro Morejón and into the arms of Esteban Zaragosa, who I personally think is much more reliable than that scum Lázaro Morejón. I personally believe that Esteban Zaragosa is much more reliable than that scum Lázaro Morejón”.

This time, Dulcina Calvo’s mouth twitched: “Estrella Berrocal! I’m sleeping with the devil Esteban, for God’s sake, I want nothing to do with him!”.

Could it be that last night she had drunkenly forced herself on the demon Esteban?

If that were the case, wouldn’t the demon Stephen later wake up and break his neck?

As if hearing a click, he unconsciously frowned.

“What did Esteban Zaragosa say?”

“He hasn’t woken up yet! I was wondering if I should hide first.”

The words were followed by a man’s cold growl, “Dulcina Calvo! Open the door for me!”

“I’ll stop talking to you for now! We’ll talk later.”

Dulcina Calvo hastily hung up the phone and leaned against the door panel, fearing that Esteban Zaragosa would knock on the door and enter.

“You can’t open yet! Answer me a few questions first.”

Esteban Zaragosa stood in the doorway, his long fingers twisting between his eyebrows as he patiently watched the door. “Ask!”

“Did we … we really had a one-night stand last night?”

A one-night stand!

The words, mocking Esteban Zaragosa’s nerves.

With every word, he made Esteban Zaragosa bubble with fire.

Esteban Zaragosa pushed anger into his chest, “What do you think?”

“…”

“Open the door!”

“And a second question! Who started it first?”

The man’s thin lips curved slyly, revealing a row of white teeth and a sly glint in his eyes as his thin lips spat out one word: “You.”

“…”

Dulcina Calvo screamed against the door, she had to mess with the worst of them all!

Inhaling deeply, exhaling, plucking up courage, opening the door with a downcast face, he hurriedly said, “Although I forced you last night, but at least you are a man and I am a woman, how to say it is also you who is better, and it was my first time, I will not bother with you, let’s pretend that it never happened … ”

The line of sight projected overhead froze.

Dulcina Calvo gasped, her little body shuddered, and she slowly looked up …

On view, a seductive bare-chested man … perfectly luscious abs …

Drink.

Dulcina Calvo swallowed hard.

Then, blushing, she covered her eyes with both hands, “You, put your clothes on first!”.

“What, are you afraid you won’t be able to hold on?”

The very seductive… The seductive chest, forcing a point of approach, pushed her against the door frame.

“…”

“Dulcina Calvo, I don’t have one-night stands.”

Dulcina Calvo unconsciously asked, “So what are you playing at?”.

Esteban Zaragosa’s thin lips curved, with a calculating glint in his eyes, “I’m just playing legal one-night stands.”

“…”

Dulcina Calvo’s head went blank and confused.

A one-night stand? What the hell was that?

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