Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Jonathan Tasis gave Eleanora Lozada her fever medicine and then kept changing the cold towel on her forehead.

When Exaltation saw this, he said, “Sir, shall I take care of Miss Analena?”

Jonathan Tasis had no intention of leaving and kept his eyes on Eleanora Lozada’s face.

“No, you can leave.”

“Yes, sir, call me if you need anything.”

Exaltacion went out and closed the bedroom door behind him.

It was rare that the gentleman finally had a girl he liked.

Jonathan Tasis watched Eleanora Lozada for who knows how long, the fever-reducing medicine took effect and Eleanora Lozada’s forehead began to sweat.

“Hot…”

Eleanora Lozada, unconscious, raised her hand to lift the blankets.

Jonathan Tasis held her small, restless hands and said softly, “Cover up and sweat.”

Within moments, Eleanora Lozada was sweating all over.

Jonathan Tasis didn’t dare take her to the bathroom for fear that she might catch a cold again, so he stripped her of her soaked clothes, grabbed a hot towel and wiped her body.

When he reached the small red mole on his left breast, Jonathan Tasis’ hand stopped.

Her eyes were deep and complex as she looked at the small red mole.

There was a time when I had not reached the last step with Analena Lozada, but I clearly remembered that that little red mole was not on Analena Lozada’s chest.

He stared at the little face of the woman in his arms and murmured in a mute voice, “Are you Analena Lozada or not?”

It was as if he was asking himself, as if he was asking her.

Jonathan Tasis could not see any sign of plastic surgery on the woman in front of him, her face, natural as it was, was identical to Analena Lozada.

If she was not Analena Lozada, but looked exactly like Analena Lozada, how could this be explained?

Eleanora Lozada slept, shivering because she was naked, pressed uncomfortably against Jonathan Tasis’ arms.

Jonathan Tasis hugged her, dropped a kiss on her forehead, took a deep breath and murmured, “Whoever you are, you are my Analena.”

Jonathan Tasis had never dared to dream that Analena Lozada would return to him after ten years of death.

Even though it would have been a wonderful dream, he had resigned himself to it.

Whatever the cost to him, he would never let her go again.

Losing Analena Lozada once again would probably drive him crazy.

…

Villa The Rouco family.

Santino Yepes entered Roberto Rouco’s studio.

“Mr. Santino, normally you are the one who knows the most about Adam, tell me honestly, who is the person Adam grudges the most?”.

Santino Yepes wrinkled his eyebrows and said, “Jonathan Tasis of the Yahua Film and Television Company has the most grievances with BOSS, but I don’t think Jonathan Tasis would do something as obvious as cutting the brake fluid line. And, although Jonathan Tasis usually targets BOSS, it’s because he lost Analena Lozada, but she’s not dead and she’s back with him, so it doesn’t make sense for him to risk bringing BOSS down. Do it.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Analena Lozada is not dead?”

“Yes, Chairman, aside from Jonathan Tasis and Analena Lozada, it is only natural for BOSS to have a grudge against someone for business as usual, after all, no one would put their life on the line to get back at someone for a loss in business.”

Roberto Rouco reflected, “But this Jonathan Tasis and Analena Lozada, according to you, have no reason to harm Adán again.”

“Chairman, this is a matter that I will continue to investigate until I find the killer.”

Roberto Rouco’s eyes were cold: “I will not forgive anyone who killed Adam”.

“President, the executives of the Rouco Group have had a turbulent couple of days and you have to keep an eye on them. Also, have you really decided that you want to prepare for the boss’s funeral?”

Estrella Berrocal arrived at the studio door just in time to hear this, and heard Roberto Rouco say: “Adán was my son, and when I said goodbye to Oscar five years ago, I didn’t sleep for three days and three nights, and I sat in the room where Oscar lived, looking at those medals of his, always thinking he would come back. I had no idea that God would be so cruel to me, taking Oscar and now Adam, my sons. Only if we make it big can we show those people outside that we of The Rouco Family are not down, and that no one can take advantage of this moment to intimidate us of The Rouco Family.”

“President … I ask for your condolences.”

Outside the door, Estrella Berrocal’s throat soured and her eyes filled with tears.

She didn’t want to cry, but her heart ached.

Adam’s body had not even been recovered, and even the funeral had been a mere tomb.

Santino Yepes came out of the studio and saw Estrella Berrocal, “Ma’am, ma’am…”

Roberto Rouco followed him and said, “I asked Mr. Santino to organize Adam’s funeral, did you hear me?”.

Estrella Berrocal emitted a slight “hmm” and said, “Dad, couldn’t we have waited a little longer? Maybe … there might be a miracle.

“When Oscar left five years ago, I too thought there would be a miracle, I kept waiting, but in the end I found that the longer I waited, the more it hurt.”

Estrella Berrocal’s tears came to her eyes, she bowed her head, not wanting to be seen crying, and bit her lip as she said, “But Adam’s body hasn’t even been recovered…. What about the funeral service?”

The old man let out a deep sigh: “When people die, everything is in vain. Mr. Santino, go and prepare yourself”.

“Yes, president.”

…

In the afternoon Estrella Berrocal was in the kitchen cooking.

Felipa looked at her with a frown and advised her, “Third Young Grandmother, it is not yet time to cook, and, even if you want to make dinner, I should do it, you are pregnant and you need to rest, you should stop working…”

Estrella Berrocal shook her head, a pale smile tugged at her lips, and said, “Felipa, I made a promise to Adam that I would come home early and come back for dinner, I will set a table and light candles, and I will make a cake to help him celebrate his birthday. He will come back when he has made dinner. …”

“Third Young Grandmother …”

Felipa could not help herself and went to talk to Roberto Rouco with a sigh.

“Master, Third Young Grandmother has been busy in the kitchen, I could not convince her, she insisted on making dinner for the master, saying she would come back …. I know she can’t accept it, she’s sad, but it’s like this, it’s not a thing, I look at my heart, strange heartache. ”

The old master waved his hand, “Leave her alone, maybe she’ll feel better that way.”

He rubs the frame of the photograph of Adán Rouco with the cloth of his old-fashioned glasses.

Felipa shook her head, “Eh, …”.

…

Estrella Berrocal had made the cake, set the table and lit the candles.

As soon as Olivia Montes arrived home, she found Estrella Berrocal sitting, talking to the air.

“Adam, shall we light the birthday candles?”.

Then Estrella Berrocal stuck the candle in the cake and lit it.

Olivia Montes, unable to resist, approached her and said angrily, “Estrella Berrocal, why are you angry!”.

Estrella Berrocal kept her eyes on the other side of the room: “I’m celebrating Adán’s birthday. He promised to come back first thing this afternoon and spend Christmas with me, and I’m spending his birthday with him.”

Olivia Montes swung the birthday cake, violently, to the floor, “Adam is dead! Estrella Berrocal! It’s all your fault Adam is dead! Why aren’t you the one who’s dead!”.