The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige didn’t want to let go of him either, so she didn’t refuse. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head up to reciprocate his kiss. Her response made his gaze grow even darker. Desire surged through every nerve, impossible to suppress.

The car continued to drive steadily along the highway, but Enrico was unwilling to waste even a moment. Paige had never acted so recklessly before. By the time they reached the villa, she was drenched in sweat, as if she had rolled through a wave of heat.

Enrico dressed her and carried her out of the car, heading straight into the building.

“It’s the young master and miss…” Olivia stepped out to greet them, but it felt like a gust of wind blew past her. She barely had time to see if it was Enrico and Paige.

As soon as they entered the room, clothes fell to the floor once more. Hot water poured down, steam fogging the white walls, filling the bathroom with a thick haze. The atmosphere was intoxicating, frenzied.

Paige pressed her long fingers against the tiles, her knuckles taut and trembling uncontrollably. The heat kept rising, as if they were thrust back into the sweltering summer, with the scent of roses filling the courtyard.

Paige was so overwhelmed by the heat that her vision blurred, and just as she was about to faint, the door opened. A cool breeze rushed in, and she shivered, instinctively burrowing into Enrico’s arms. He lifted her effortlessly, and they both tumbled onto the soft bed. His kisses soon followed, making her waist tingle with sensitivity.

Later, Paige couldn’t tell if it was simply the nature of men and women or the imminent separation that drove them. She knew it was reckless, and it felt reckless. She bit his ear, hard enough to make him groan, but his grip on her never loosened.

There was no breakfast. No lunch either. It went on like this until the afternoon.

Enrico rolled over, lying on the bed, breathing heavily. His chest heaved with pain, and his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Paige lay beneath the covers, completely exhausted, her mind blank.

For the first time, she realized how absurd and surreal things could be between adults.

“I’ve had my fill!” he said, suppressing the pain in his body. His voice was hoarse to the extreme, and his eyes, filled with a hazy daze, stared intently at the ceiling.

Paige’s heart raced as she listened. She mimicked him, lying on her back and staring up at the ceiling. In a low voice, she said, “I think those two ribs of yours are done for.”

So reckless.

The corners of Enrico’s eyes were filled with satisfaction, a mischievous curve to his lips. He didn’t care as he smirked, “Even if these ribs stab into my lungs, I won’t regret it.”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Paige said, exasperated.

“I’m not talking nonsense.”

She didn’t understand. What she thought were long-distance relationships or future reunions were all just fleeting illusions. The only thing that was real was now, lying beside him.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Enrico’s gaze darkened as he turned to face her on the bed. “Get some sleep, regain your strength. You have something important to do tonight.”

“Mm.” Paige was truly exhausted, and hearing this, she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she thought of something. She leaned into his arms, pulled his arm open, and used it as a pillow before drifting off to sleep.

“…”

Enrico watched her movements, his arm stiffening for a moment. He tightened his grip, pulling her closer and wrapping her in the blanket. His fingers clenched slightly.

He had always been a despicable person, and if there was even the slightest chance, he would want to keep her by his side.

But now, there wasn’t even a sliver of that chance.

Eventually, he loosened his grip.

…

Paige slept deeply in Enrico’s arms, waking up to find it was already dusk. The time for their separation was drawing near.

Without the intensity of the day, their gazes met again, and Paige felt a pang of discomfort. She could only think that she would return to him.

Enrico dressed, but as he fastened his watch around his wrist, he realized Paige was nowhere to be seen. He walked through the hall towards the study and saw Paige standing by the desk.

She wore a cream-colored long dress, its design and color exuding an air of innocence. However, it would have been more fitting if she wasn’t biting down on a screwdriver and using pliers to pry open his drawer.

“What are you doing?” Enrico approached her.

“I don’t think I’ve seen your latest medical report.”

As Paige spoke, she effortlessly pried open the locked drawer, finding a medical report inside. She took it out.

Enrico casually leaned against the edge of the desk, picked up a glass of water, and took a sip, watching her indifferently. “A surprise inspection?”

If she wanted to see the report, she could’ve just asked him to unlock it.

“When Dr. Clinton came yesterday, you had a closed-door meeting,” Paige glanced at him.

“Because you were asleep.”

“But Dr. Clinton arrived at the villa after I had already fallen asleep. That seems a bit strange.”

Paige remarked as she began flipping through the report. She added in a soft voice, “And you once said you’d only let me go if you had a relapse.”

“You overthink things. If I had a relapse, you’d be the first to die.”

Enrico paused, looking at her deeply. She had a sharp mind and an excellent memory.

Fortunately, his symptoms and injuries were mixed together, so he could still barely keep things under wraps.

Paige carefully reviewed the report from front to back. It even included a psychological assessment of Enrico, noting that his mental state was somewhat tense and needed stress relief and counseling.

The psychological evaluation was several pages long, detailing various aspects, including his experiences in T Country after she was imprisoned in Gangnam Hall, even including their conversations.

If it had just said everything was normal, she might’ve been suspicious. But with such a detailed report, Paige had no reason to doubt it. She sighed in relief, then picked up the medication bottles one by one, verifying they were the ones Dr. Clinton had previously prescribed, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Satisfied, Paige looked at the man in front of her, his expression lazy. She admonished him, “Once I leave, those conglomerates probably won’t bother you anymore. You should stop worrying about the consortium and focus on resting. Bed rest, you hear me?”

“Nagging.” Enrico took a sip of water, seeming impatient.

“I’m not joking, Enrico. Dr. Clinton said your injuries could affect you. If you want to keep the AS schizophrenia gene under control, you need to take care of your health, got it?”

Her expression was serious.

“…”

Enrico lowered his eyes, gritting his teeth. When he looked up again, his tone was relaxed, “Are you that afraid I’ll have a relapse? What if I were a madman right now? Would you be scared?”

The more casual his tone, the more tense he was.

This tension was a mix of fear and longing.

“It’s not about fear. It’s that I’d have to take you with me,” Paige said without hesitation. “I won’t let you kill anyone.”

Together.

Enrico had never considered that possibility before, but he would never allow her to see him in the throes of a relapse.

He put down the water glass, “Alright, it’s not that easy to relapse. I didn’t even relapse when my sister passed away.”