The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige instantly felt as if she had surfaced from a long period of drowning, finally able to breathe. Her tense body relaxed all at once.

She took the report from Dr. Clinton’s hands and saw that there was indeed no familial relation. That was a relief.

After all, she couldn’t be as carefree as Enrico. If the results had been bad, she really wouldn’t have known how to face the situation.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

As her nerves settled, Paige finally processed Enrico’s earlier remark. At first, it had seemed shockingly unconventional, but now she realized-did that mean he had already accepted their relationship? Was he no longer comparing her to his sister?

Paige glanced sideways at Enrico. He was sitting there, staring straight at her, seemingly more interested in her reaction than in the DNA results themselves.

“You…”

Paige wanted to ask him if his feelings for her had changed, but with Dr. Clinton, a grown man, standing nearby, it wasn’t the time for such a conversation.

She turned to look at Dr. Clinton, who was also looking at her, assuming she had a command for him, standing obediently at attention.

With a sigh, Paige set aside her thoughts and turned to Enrico. “Shall we go?”

“I want some yogurt,” Enrico said, looking at her.

Paige nodded. “I’ll get it for you. You can sit here for a bit.”

On their way here, she had noticed a supermarket nearby.

Paige, always willing to meet his requests, said this as she got up and headed out the door.

Dr. Clinton stood there, silently watching Paige leave. Wasn’t this the kind of task he should be handling? Why did Paige need to buy yogurt herself? Was this another one of their couple’s quirks?

As he pondered this, he saw Enrico sitting there, curling his long fingers to beckon him over. Clearly, Enrico had something to say.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Gustin?”

Dr. Clinton immediately stepped closer, bending down to listen.

Enrico fixed him with a cold stare and said in a low voice, “I’ve watched all the videos you gave me.”

“All of them?”

Dr. Clinton was shocked-there were dozens! “Mr. Gustin, do you experience any discomfort watching those… uh… advanced videos?”

“None at all.”

As long as he mentally replaced the actress’s face with another, he was completely fine.

“Then why did you ask me…”

Dr. Clinton was baffled. If there was no discomfort, why did Enrico need to consult him again? “Ah, Mr. Gustin, if you need more, that’s all I have. If you want more, I’ll have to dig deeper.”

What on earth was going on?

Enrico, now losing patience, reached out and wrapped his arm around Dr. Clinton’s neck, tightening it abruptly. Dr. Clinton nearly choked from the sudden lack of air.

“You were the one who told me to watch the videos. I watched them all, but they were useless,” Enrico said coldly.

“But didn’t you say there was no discomfort? That means you’ve adapted to the pleasures of being an adult man,” Dr. Clinton said, hunching over further, trying to keep his words civil.

Why was he being strangled for this?

Enrico glared at him from his seat. “And where exactly do you suggest I ‘adapt’?”

“Why, with Miss Paige, of course…”

Dr. Clinton stopped mid-sentence, staring dumbfounded at Enrico. “Mr. Gustin, it’s been over two months. You’re telling me there’s still no progress with Miss Paige?”

“Heh.”

Enrico let out a cold laugh. “You make it sound so easy. How exactly do you expect me to proceed? Should I just push her onto the bed and prove that I’m already a grown man?”

“Uh, why not?” Dr. Clinton asked, confused.

Enrico’s expression darkened, glaring at him. “Do I look like the kind of man who forces women?”

“…”

Dr. Clinton stared at him in disbelief, completely stunned.

He had seen Enrico’s ruthless, cold-blooded nature, someone who takes what he wants without hesitation. Yet here was a man revealing a more vulnerable side due to momentary doubts.

For the first time, Dr. Clinton realized that Mr. Gustin had boundaries deep down inside!

How touching.

“What’s with that look?” Enrico asked, clearly displeased by Dr. Clinton’s dazed expression.

“Nothing, nothing,” Dr. Clinton quickly adjusted his expression, returning to his professional demeanor. “Mr. Gustin, I meant that Miss Paige seems to like you quite a bit. She even went to the Medicine Curse Sect to study for your sake. Why hasn’t there been any progress?”

Enrico released him, his face still dark. “I feel like she still sees me as a nine-year-old and has no expectations of me.”

She would lean on him, kiss his cheek occasionally, and hug him, but it all felt like she was guarding some sort of boundary, unable to go further.

“Mr. Gustin, what you’re really asking is how to get Miss Paige to see you as a man, right?” Dr. Clinton finally understood.

“…”

Enrico didn’t respond, but his silence confirmed it. He looked at Dr. Clinton, waiting for an answer. Wasn’t he supposed to be a doctor? He should know everything.

“Miss Paige probably thinks that since you only have the memories of a nine-year-old, you might not be ready to handle romantic feelings, so she’s not being proactive.”

Dr. Clinton straightened up, shrugging his shoulders. “But if she’s not taking the initiative, Mr. Gustin, you can.”

This shouldn’t be too hard to resolve, right?

Enrico’s frown deepened. “If it were that easy, I wouldn’t be sitting here.”

Why wasn’t it working? Was it that… he didn’t have the nerve?

Before, when he had brought Paige back from Wind Island, he had wasted no time getting her into his bed. Yet now, progress seemed agonizingly slow.

Dr. Clinton realized that years from now, when he looked back on this moment, it would be something to reflect on. He had seen a side of the high-and-mighty Enrico that few ever did.

Clearing his throat, Dr. Clinton was about to speak when Paige returned from outside.

He quickly leaned in close to Enrico and whispered, “Mr. Gustin, if all else fails, use alcohol. Whether you drink or get Miss Paige to drink, it’ll help.”

Alcohol could be a great courage booster.

“…”

Enrico gave him a look, contemplating the suggestion.

Would alcohol really work?

“I’m back.” Paige entered the room, holding a bag of snacks and handing a bottle of yogurt to Enrico. “Shall we go?”

“Mm.” Enrico immediately stood up, twisting open the bottle cap as he walked out with her.

As they walked down the long hallway, Paige smiled at him. “What were you and Dr. Clinton talking about so mysteriously? You even sent me away.”

“I didn’t send you away.”

Enrico’s ability to deflect had only improved with time.

“…”

More secrets.

Ever since that day at New Rose Estate, whenever Enrico consulted Dr. Clinton, he never told her the full truth.

Walking beside him, Paige pressed her lips together. “If there’s anything wrong with your health, you have to tell me.”

She couldn’t think of anything else they could have been discussing.

“If something were wrong, couldn’t you sense it yourself?” Enrico glanced at her.

As they reached the car, which was parked quietly in the lot, Paige placed the bag of snacks in the trunk. “I bought these snacks for you. I’ll take you home first.”