The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“I’m not angry,” she said. “I just feel like everything I do is of my own choice. I won’t regret it, so there’s no need for any deliberate compensation.”

“Really?” Enrico held her, clearly still not fully convinced.

“Really.”

“Then give me a kiss,” Enrico immediately demanded.

“…”

He’s the type of man who’ll take a mile if you give him an inch.

Paige raised her hand to rest on his shoulder, then turned her head to lightly kiss his cheek. “Is that enough?”

“No,” he replied, his head resting against her neck, showing only half his face as he gazed at her, eyes filled with desire.

Paige was all too familiar with that look. She quickly said, “Your wounds haven’t healed yet.”

Don’t push it.

“My wounds don’t matter. If it weren’t for your injury, do you think I could have held back this long?” Enrico said as he held her.

“…”

Paige reached out to pinch his ear. “Can’t you stop thinking about these things all the time?”

“I can’t. I think about it every time I see you,” Enrico said, lightly nibbling at her neck.

“Is that my fault?”

“Yes, it’s your fault.”

Enrico moved away from her neck, gazing at her in the darkness. He reached out to caress her face, inching closer, his lips almost brushing against hers as he greedily inhaled the air around her.

“I seem to remember someone once said they were very lustful.”

“It gets worse when I see you.”

“…”

Paige couldn’t win against him in an argument, so she decided to stay silent.

Enrico placed his hands on the marble countertop on either side of her, his lips hovering over her skin without touching it, which was more tormenting than if he had.

He seemed to be tracing her contours. As Paige sat there, she suddenly felt a bit parched.

“In the future, don’t walk away when you’re angry,” Enrico’s breath lingered on her face, his voice husky and seductive. “Stay, and I’ll make it up to you.”

“…”

“I don’t like watching your back as you walk away. Do you hear me?” Enrico’s lips rested near the corner of her eye.

When she left the amusement park like that today, he stood there, feeling worse the longer he stayed.

“Then let’s live simply from now on. Don’t build anything else, okay?” Paige said, truly not liking it.

Hearing this, Enrico opened his eyes, his long lashes shading his deep gaze. “I don’t want you to be left with only boredom and loneliness if I’m not around in the future.”

“Turn on the lights,” she said to him.

The kitchen lights flicked on, illuminating everything.

Paige turned around and looked at a plate of cream puffs nearby. “I’m not that lonely. I was just helping make cream puffs earlier. Do you want to try one?”

She picked up one and offered it to him.

“They’re too sweet,” Enrico said with some distaste.

If he doesn’t like sweet things, what does he prefer, something bitter?

Paige didn’t force him. She took a bite herself, and the creamy sweetness filled her mouth. The next second, Enrico leaned in and kissed her, taking all the cream from her mouth.

“…”

Didn’t he say he didn’t like sweet things?

Paige looked at him, speechless. As if he knew what she was thinking, Enrico licked the white cream off his lips with a mischievous smirk and said, “I like sweet things.”

He’s always been unpredictable.

Hearing this, Paige was both amused and exasperated. She reached out again to pinch his ear; his entire body was injured, so only his ear could be bullied.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Enrico, can you stop being so shameless?”

In just this short time, he had already taken advantage of her several times.

“You’re my woman. If I’m not shameless with you, who should I be shameless with? Swing a sword?”

“…”

Paige was at a loss for words.

“Take another bite,” he said, apparently liking the cream.

“No.”

“I’ll feed you.”

Enrico tried to feed her a cream puff by force. Paige dodged repeatedly, wanting to jump down, but he blocked her. She could only retreat into his arms.

Enrico felt a twinge of pain in his ribs from her movements, but looking at the person in his arms, he couldn’t bear to let go. Instead, he held her even tighter.

…

A car drove deep into the bamboo forest, where white mist enveloped the area, the humidity heavy, with tall cliffs and bamboo blocking most of the sunlight.

The car stopped not far from the manor.

The driver got out and respectfully opened the door.

A handsome man, impeccably dressed in a suit, stepped out of the car, holding a postcard.

This time, the back of the postcard bore a photo, hand-signed by Paige.

“Mr. Kevin, the road is slippery. Let me deliver it,” the driver offered.

Kevin stood in front of the car, glancing down at the postcard in his hand. “I’ll deliver it myself. The Paige I know wouldn’t willingly die of old age in a manor.”

He was determined to change her mind.

With that, Kevin started walking, turning off the road and into the bamboo forest, heading toward the manor.

When he reached a certain spot, he placed the postcard on a small platform outside the high wall, securing it with a pebble.

After delivering the postcard, Kevin turned around, only to find three guns pointed at him.

The black muzzles gleamed menacingly.

Kevin’s expression remained unchanged as he calmly lifted his eyes.

Jaden appeared from behind one of the guns, his face weary. He had been locked in a fierce struggle with Rafael, barely avoiding a direct confrontation, and he was utterly exhausted.

This morning, he had suddenly received a call from Enrico, asking him to come back and wait for someone.

Someone returning from the border.

Jaden looked coldly at the man before him. “Mr. Kevin, I’ve heard a lot about you. Mr. Gustin requests your presence.”

“With guns?” Kevin chuckled.

Jaden also laughed. “Mr. Kevin, inviting you with guns is no big deal, as long as we’re not sending you off with them.”

Hearing this, Kevin’s smile faded slightly. Enrico’s men were indeed formidable.

Kevin did not resist, allowing Jaden to disarm him before being escorted out of the bamboo forest and to another location.

The cliffs were steep, and a waterfall crashed down into a crescent-shaped lake, the water roaring loudly, almost deafeningly.

Kevin, with a gun to his back, saw a tall, well-built man standing by a pavilion near the lake. The man wore a dark shirt, his demeanor cold and intimidating, making anyone wary of approaching.

Enrico.

The CEO of the largest conglomerate in Country A, a man of immense power, feared by all.

“The head of the Lautners, coming to my place, but not daring to use the front door?” Enrico turned around, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Kevin, a mocking smirk on his lips.

Kevin hadn’t expected his daily postcard deliveries to go unnoticed, so he was unfazed. He stiffly stepped over the rough stones toward the pavilion.

Enrico sat down inside, crossing one leg over the other, idly playing with a dagger as he watched Kevin’s somewhat awkward approach. He sneered, “A prosthetic?”

This was news to him. He had never heard of it during his time in The Capital.

Kevin entered the pavilion and glanced down at his leg, replying calmly, “Yes, it was chopped off years ago. I drifted to Wind Island, where Paige saved me. It was under her care that I recovered.”