In her first year in the UK, Mica, with Dario’s help, enrolled at Oxford University, where she studied ssics and Modern Languages, double majoring in Economics and Management.


    With a rxed university life, Mica also studied directing and editing at the University of the Arts London.


    Thinking about other things for no reason.


    After arriving in Ennd, she met Dario’s adoptive father, Esequiel.


    Esequiel, an old man who lived alone, had a gifted daughter, but God was jealous of her, and Esequiel’s youngest daughter, Jimena, who died ten years ago, is about the same age as Mica.


    When Dario wanted to save Mica, it was also thanks to Sr. Esequiel.


    As a young man, Sr. Esequiel was a powerful Scandinavian business tycoon retired in the United Kingdom.


    Dario had shown Sr. Esequiel a picture of Mica, telling her it was a regret he could never hope to have in his life.


    Sr. Esequiel smiled and said, “Since she is your beloved, it is only natural that you help her, so take her ande and see me.”


    With the help of Sr. Esequiel’s forces, Mica traveled to Ennd on Sr. Esequiel’s private flight. Sr. Esequiel loved children, loved Mica, and saw in Mica the intelligence of his own daughter once.


    This pleasure led to the adoption of Mica as an adopted daughter.


    When Mica first arrived in Ennd with no identity, Mr. Esequiel, through powerful contacts, allowed Mica to stay in Ennd under the name of his daughter Jimena.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    Since then, Mica has be Jimena.


    In his life, Mr. Esequiel has had many hobbies.


    He has studied painting and calligraphy, and inscriptions on oracle bones.


    Mica was busy with acting, and when she went to Ennd, she went into hiding, living in seclusion, reading and writing with Mr. Esequiel and passing on many of her tasting hobbies.


    Mr. Esequiel was sketching with a brush on Xuan paper, pushing his sses toward Mica: “Why didn’t that boye with you? If I remember correctly, isn’t it the weekend?”.


    He means Dario.


    Mica, studying her ink, didn’t think much of it and joked, “Dario is busy and doesn’t always have time to visit you on weekends, but I’m here with Sr. Esequiel, why does Sr. Esequiel keep thinking about him?”


    Sr. Esequiel smiled and pointed at Mica with the tip of her wolf hairbrush. When he came to Ennd, he approached me to be his shareholder early in his career and gave him a starting capital of 30 million. But that youthful exuberance was a bit like mine when I was young.”


    Mica looked down and smiled slightly, “There’s nothing wrong with being noble, it’s the same nobility and talent that I once liked about him.”


    Sr. Esequiel looked at her seriously, “You mean you don’t like his innocence now?”.


    Mica shook her head and said softly, “I like his nobility now too, but it is a friend’s appreciation. It is difficult to be noble in life, and no one I have ever known has been so noble as Dario, who is a gentleman, and is very agreeable.”


    No sooner had Mica’s words left her mouth than a clear male voice came from outside the study, “Ahem, who’s sending me a nice guy card?”


    Sister Esequiel looked toward the door along with Mica.


    Dario entered with a basket of fresh oranges and said, “They just arrived from Spain and are in season, so I brought them for you to taste.”


    Mr. Esequiel took his sses off the bridge of his nose, “I thought you weren’ting,st week you brought a lot of baguettes, you filled my fridge, how am I going to eat that hard stuff? You have a lot on your mind.”


    “I’m not afraid Sister Esequiel is hungry to read and write.”


    Mica looked at the time, it was almost lunch time, “Mr. Esequiel, I’m going to prepare lunch.”


    “Mica is busy with her studies and I don’t know when she will be back. Dario, it’s time for you to read, write and paint.”


    Dario scoffed, “Mr. Esequiel now resents me for not reading and writing, when at first he resented me for being a poor schoolboy.”


    “Why, child, I saw that you were haughty, and I was deliberately trying to get at your spirits!”


    Mica went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.


    With a nod, Mr. Esequiel called Dario to help him as well.


    In the open English rustic kitchen, Mica was washing dishes and Dario was ready to y, but he hadn’t been in the kitchen for years and had no way to get started.


    Mica teased him, “The master is far from the kitchen, Mr. Dario better go out and wait for the food.”


    Dario felt embarrassed by what he said, standing in the kitchen like a silent gentleman he watched her cooking, the smile on his handsome face was fading, sighing with slight regret, “Sometimes I would have liked to be more impulsive, being sensible and sober is not always good, for example, in matters like rtionships, being too sensible and restrained always makes less sense. You may not believe me, but sometimes I even envied him for loving you and hurting you so recklessly, but I couldn’t, and I was always afraid of losing, so I just didn’t give in at first.”


    That he, as he refers to Nico.


    After arriving in Ennd, Mica avoided talking about Nico, as if it were taboo, or as if she had forgotten all about the man.


    Micaughed: “After all, Mr. Dario is a gentleman, that’s what a gentleman should be, quiet and restrained. If he were not a gentleman, I would not like him.”


    Dario did not deprive himself of saying: “What is the point of liking, you can like as many people as you like Pastora, as you like Sister Esequiel, as you like everything in the world”.


    But love, then, she only gave it to that man.


    Mica says: “Affection is the best way to stop, not to hurt others and to live peacefully together for the rest of your life, and to keep that distance between people so as not to hurt yourself or others. If you have too much affection, it always hurts you and hurts you.”


    Darius turned around and leaned quietly against the tall white marble kitchen table, thoughtful and finding it quiteforting, “That makes sense, like now, we can still get in touch from time to time, thanks to a bit of fondness. If I wasn’t really calm and content, you would have been hiding from me a … a hundred thousand miles ago.”


    A sumptuous English lunch.


    Dario brought fresh navel oranges in season and Mica cut up a big te of them. Mr. Esequiel ate them with relish and said he hadn’t eaten such sweet navel oranges in a long time.


    Red wine a bit boozy.


    Sr. Esequiel righteously instructed Dario to bring Mica home safely.


    In thete afternoon, Sr. Esequiel wrote a fewrge words on rice paper with a broad brush stroke and went to take a nap.


    Dario took Mica’s handkerchief from the hanger and handed it to her, “Come on, said Sr. Esequiel, take it home.”


    Mica said, “Mr. Dario, do me a favor, get me a car and put it in your name, and I will transfer the money.


    Darioughed off his forehead, “Forget it, I’m not even sure about a small car, it’s an early birthday present for you.”


    “It’s okay, I’m out of work now, I’ve been depending on the savings I earned from my previous films, Mr. Dario has a lot of money, so I’ll treat it as a scattered charity, I won’t be polite to you.”


    Dario said, half seriously, half jokingly, “No need to be polite to me. Even if I don’t give alms, Mr. Esequiel will pay out of his pocket so that his only please visit can’t afford to drive a car.”


    He had thought that if he married another woman, there would be no room to repay that youthful debt, but now he had a chance to make up for it, so why not?