The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico’s pupils contracted as he suddenly turned to look at Paige.

Paige sat there, her face pale, her gaze calm as she looked at him. “I was the one who said not to use anesthesia.”

“Why not?” Enrico stared at her.

Why endure the pain of cutting through flesh and bone by herself?

Paige simply wanted to remember this moment, to remind herself of the failure to fulfill her ambitions and the people in the slums she had let down.

Seeing the grim expression on Enrico’s face, her gaze softened slightly before she finally smiled. “I thought it wouldn’t hurt, but it does. Let’s go ahead with the anesthesia.”

Never mind, since he didn’t like it, they might as well proceed. No need to change his mood again.

The professional who was thrown to the ground had a pained expression. How could he be treated like this?

Standing in front of her, Enrico noticed that blood was already seeping from her wrist, dripping down to the floor.

Seeing this pained him deeply, and he softened his tone. “Why act tough? Haven’t you had enough of that back in the slums?”

Why couldn’t she learn to be soft and vulnerable with him?

“I won’t act tough anymore.” Paige smiled faintly.

“You only do it when I’m not around.” Enrico rubbed the top of her head, sat down on the armrest of the sofa beside her, and wrapped an arm around her.

In the end, Paige accepted the anesthesia, and without any pain, she watched as the electronic bracelet that had followed her for over three years was finally removed.

Her wrist was left a bloody mess.

Seeing this, Enrico’s brow furrowed tightly. He brought his hand to her lips and said, “If it hurts, bite me.”

“There’s anesthesia. It doesn’t hurt.” Paige leaned into his arms.

Dr. Clinton, who had been on standby, quickly arrived to treat her, wrapping bandages around her wrist.

The professional carefully placed the separated electronic bracelet into a sandalwood box and respectfully handed it to Enrico.

“Jaden, take it away,” Enrico ordered.

Paige looked at him. “Why keep it?”

Hadn’t he always wanted her to cut all ties with the slums?

“Just keep it,” Enrico said without further explanation.

She couldn’t let go, so he couldn’t just destroy it.

Paige couldn’t quite grasp his thoughts, leaving her puzzled with no answers.

Rafael still stood on the staircase, silently watching the scene unfold. He sighed inwardly, realizing that Enrico’s affection ran so deep that even an electronic bracelet couldn’t be destroyed. No wonder he was willing to risk everything.

Fine.

If the situation in Country A was going to change, then let it change. At this point, he was powerless to stop it.

…

The next day.

Sunlight filtered through the window, casting dappled shadows on the swaying trees.

On the large bed, Paige was slowly being pushed back by Enrico, until she was sitting upright against the headboard. His passionate kisses followed closely behind.

Enrico was dressed in comfortable loungewear, with several buttons undone, the low neckline revealing taut muscles and pronounced lines. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he kissed her, and even his breath carried a hint of desire.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, deeply, lingeringly, and in a voice husky with need, he asked, “Paige, does your gunshot wound still hurt? Should we hold off?”

“Enrico, that’s enough.”

She softly rebuked him, as every time his kisses intensified, he wanted to go further.

Healing a wound takes time; did he think he was invincible, wanting to engage in strenuous activities with her?

Paige wriggled out of his arms and reached over to pull open the drawer of the bedside table, taking out a book. “I borrowed a book from Olivia. Let’s read it together.”

Enrico glanced at the cover, where large characters were emblazoned-

**”The Sutra of Purification.”**

Enrico’s face darkened. He bit her lip hard, his voice hoarse as he said, “How can you torture someone like this? A purification sutra? What, do you want your man to become a monk and chant scriptures?”

Sorry, but he was a carnivore.

“It’s just to cultivate a calm mind. I thought it would suit you,” Paige replied earnestly, hoping it would help curb his frequent urges.

“As long as you’re around, no amount of chanting will help.”

Frustrated, Enrico got up from the bed, tugging at his collar. “Forget it. If I keep looking at you, I’ll be stifled to death. I’m going to the corporation.”

Surprised, Paige sat up. “Going to the corporation? You should be resting.”

“Staying in bed every day without being able to make love to you-I can’t take it.”

Enrico’s words were blunt and explicit. He climbed off the bed and began stripping off his loungewear, revealing a well-defined back. His waistband hung low, showing off his solid abdominal muscles. Ignoring the injuries on his body, this was indeed a sight to behold.

He strode over to the coat rack, took down a black shirt, and slipped it on, the bandage on his ring finger starkly visible.

“Are you really going?” Paige frowned.

“Can’t bear to let me go?” Enrico glanced back at her, his thin lips curling into a mischievous smile. “I’ll be back tonight. But if you change your mind and decide to give in, I can come back early.”

Paige looked at him, feeling a bit helpless as he got dressed. “Just take it easy, don’t sit or walk for too long. Just check in on things and then come back.”

His recovery was the most important thing right now.

“I know.” Hearing her advice, Enrico felt pleased. He fastened his cufflinks and walked over to her, bending down to kiss her lips thoroughly again. “Wait for me to come back for dinner.”

Paige sat on the bed, her lips left red and glistening from his kiss.

She walked with Enrico to the entrance of the estate, watching as he got into the car and drove away.

She stood there, gazing at the misty road outside, her lips pressed into a thin line, when she suddenly heard Olivia’s laughter from behind.

Paige turned back, and Olivia, still smiling, said, “Miss, you’ve changed so much. Now you can’t bear to see Master leave, huh?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Before, she would have hoped for him to leave quickly. It seems that over time, feelings truly do develop. How wonderful.

“Enrico seems a bit off,” Paige replied, her expression serious, not in the mood for jokes.

“Huh?” Olivia looked at her, confused. What was wrong with Master? He seemed fine.

Paige turned and walked back inside. Ever since she had moved into the estate, Enrico had stayed here to recover, always by her side. Now, with his wounds still unhealed, he suddenly decided to go to the corporation.

It was understandable if he felt restless, but just a moment ago, in the bedroom, his decision seemed impulsive, yet the clothes for his outing were already prepared on the rack.

“Miss, Miss…” Olivia’s voice snapped Paige out of her thoughts. She looked up at Olivia, who was standing beside her with a puzzled expression. “Miss, are you okay? What exactly do you think is wrong with Master?”

“I can’t quite put my finger on it; it just feels off,” Paige said as she walked. Since staying in the estate, she hadn’t experienced much, and her mind had become a bit sluggish.

As they walked, Paige asked, “Is there any news outside?”

“What kind of news?” Olivia couldn’t keep up with her train of thought.

“I mean, after the news of my death was exposed, has everything outside really calmed down?”