Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The walk back to Ronda is not far, but not close either.

As we left the hospital, there was some traffic in the city center.

By the time we made our way to the elevated area, it was after 4:00 pm.

Dulcina Calvo was sitting in the passenger seat, bored and with her phone in her hand.

Esteban Zaragosa spoke little, but Dulcina Calvo, ever the chatterbox, asked Esteban Zaragosa in a casual conversation as he picked up his phone: “Mentor, where do your Ronda’s relatives live? Maybe I even know them.

Ronda is not big, it is a town where people come and go, and Dulcina Calvo knows almost all of them, and even if she doesn’t know them, they don’t know each other by name, and when they meet, they are familiar.

That he was surprised when Esteban Zaragosa spoke coldly: “Is it any of your business?”.

“…”

Gee, mean, you can’t even ask.

Dulcina Calvo’s cell phone rang and the caller ID read Mom.

After answering the phone, Lu’s mother on the other end of the telephone asked, “Bao’er, where are you?”

“It’s just down the road, so I guess I’ll be home in half an hour.”

“Then I can cook.”

Dulcina Calvo replied, “Well, you cook the rice, and by the way, mom, I want shrimp.”

Lu’s mother smiled and said, “I know you like shrimp, so I went to the market early in the morning and bought shrimp. This is the first time Xiao Chi comes to our house for dinner, I don’t know what you like to eat, ask.”

“Ah…? Forget it, forget it.”

Lu’s mother said to her, “You, child, what are you forgetting, ask for one thing, and don’t let yourself be cooked.”

Dulcina Calvo bit her lip and, after a long hesitation, said, “That, Mama, Lázaro Morejón did not return with me.”

“Huh? What, we didn’t agree? You brought Xiao Chi for dinner this weekend, why don’t you come over all of a sudden?”

“He …”

Dulcina Calvo was about to lie when the man driving next to her suddenly snatched the cell phone from her ear.

Dulcina Calvo ducked her head to see Esteban Zaragosa holding the steering wheel in one hand and the phone in the other saying politely on the other end of the phone, “Hello Aunt, I’m not picky, I’ll eat what you make.”

Dulcina Calvo: “…”

After Esteban Zaragosa said this, I heard Lu’s mother on the phone saying “yes” with pleasure.

Dulcina’s mother had never met Lázaro Morejón, she had only seen his picture, so naturally she could not hear who the voice was.

After hanging up the call, Dulcina Calvo frowned and said, “My mother was asking what Lázaro Morejón likes to eat, not you.”

Esteban Zaragosa raised an eyebrow and said, “I didn’t take you for nothing.”

Dulcina Calvo sat in the co-pilot’s seat and ruffled her hair, the man … was too much of a cat!

Interest is charged on a hitchhike! What a stingy thing to do!

Esteban Zaragosa seems to have such a high class lifestyle, how can he be so stingy and picky!

Hey…? No, Esteban Zaragosa means, go to his house for dinner?!

Dulcina Calvo immediately straightened up and looked at him earnestly, “Tutor, aren’t you going to Ronda to see some relatives? Why are you coming to my house for dinner?”

Won’t your relatives invite you to dinner?

“I’m not going to see my relatives until tomorrow.”

The corner of Dulcina Calvo’s mouth twitched as she thought to herself, what’s the point of running off to Ronda tonight when you’re not going to your relatives’ house until tomorrow!

But she was too bold to say anything, and she spent the whole trip thinking about how to interrupt Esteban Zaragosa’s idea of going to dinner at his house.

…

When we arrived in Ronda, Dulcina Calvo was in a good mood looking at the scenery of her hometown.

As Dulcina Calvo passed by on the street, she saw the brasserie where she always ate on the side of the road and said to Esteban Zaragosa: “Stop, stop, I’m going to get a plate”.

Esteban Zaragosa parked his car on the shoulder and parked in the streets of the village, unattended and on his own.

Dulcina Calvo got out of the car and ran to the brasserie window.

The owner of the brasserie knew her: “Yo, Dulcina is home on vacation!”.

“Yes, boss, I’ll have the roast duck for twenty dollars and a vegetarian chicken gazpacho.”

“Okay.”

After buying the Brussels sprouts, Dulcina Calvo was carrying them back to her car when the brasserie owner looked at the car parked in front of the door and asked, “Your boyfriend gave you a ride back, huh?”

Dulcina Calvo smiled shyly: “No, no, he’s a friend of mine, boss, I’m going home”.

“Go on go, your mother must have cooked a nice table waiting for your return.”

When Dulcina Calvo got into the car, Esteban Zaragosa frowned slightly, but his voice was soft and warm: “Why is everything so slow?”.

Dulcina Calvo brushed the corner of her lips, “I ran into an acquaintance and we talked some more.”

Acquaintances, this girl meets acquaintances wherever she goes.

Esteban Zaragosa asks, “How do you get home?”

“Go ahead, I’ll show you the way, we’re almost there.”

Within minutes, a black Audi pulled up under the block.

After Dulcina Calvo got out of the car, so did Esteban Zaragosa.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

When she turned around, she saw the handsome man against the warm glow of the setting sun, and for a moment she froze in place.

Dulcina Calvo has to admit that Esteban Zaragosa is really handsome.

If she wasn’t the devil Esteban, Dulcina Calvo might resist being an ass-kisser.

But the demon Esteban is, after all, the demon Esteban, the man Dulcina Calvo can’t mess with.

Esteban Zaragosa, already walking briskly forward, asked, “What building?”

Dulcina Calvo blurted out: “Just this one”.

After saying that, he wanted to bite his tongue, why tell her that he really wanted her to come to his house for dinner!

Two people, one in front of the other, entered the building.

Dulcina Calvo’s house is on a fourth floor, neither too high nor too low, so it is not too difficult to climb, but when she is in front of the house, Dulcina Calvo does not dare to ring the doorbell for a while.

Esteban Zaragosa raised an eyebrow, “What, waiting for me to knock on the door for you?”

Upon hearing this, Dulcina Calvo was quick to refuse: “No, no, I prefer to do it myself”.

Dulcina’s smile froze when her mother came to open the door.

Dulcina’s mother stared at the tall, handsome man before her for a long time, but could see no resemblance between him and the Lazaro Morejon she had seen in the photograph.

However, Dulcina’s mother did not give it much importance, but simply called her attention to how handsome “Lázaro Morejón” was.

Dulcina’s mother took Esteban Zaragosa’s hand and said with a smile, “Come in, little Chi, sit down for a while with Bao’er, dinner will be ready in a moment!”.

Dulcina Calvo: “Ma… he …”

But Mama Dulcina had already ignored her and had long since dragged Esteban Zaragosa into the house.

Esteban Zaragosa asks, “Tia, do you have any slippers? I’m going to change my shoes.

Dulcina’s mother even said enthusiastically: “You don’t have to change your shoes, it’s a nuisance, I’ll do the cleaning tomorrow anyway, come in and sit down”.

Dulcina Calvo was a little tired and muttered under her breath, “Is my mother really old-fashioned? She can’t even say she’s not Lázaro Morejón…”

Dulcina Calvo entered the house with the bruschetta in her hand, and just as she closed the door behind her, Dulcina’s mother frowned and said “Dulcina Calvo, why are you coming in here with your shoes on? You don’t have any slippers, do you? Change your slippers! You’re so careless.

“…”

Dulcina Calvo is confused about who’s in charge in this house – now she wonders if it’s her mother’s own daughter!

“Why is he going in without changing his shoes and I have to change mine, who are you mother…”

“What are you mumbling to yourself, change your shoes, wash your hands afterwards and pour Xiao Chi a cup of coffee! Your father will be home soon, we’ll have dinner when he arrives!”