The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

It’s hard to communicate with a drunk person.

Paige looked helplessly at the man in front of her, biting her lip until it turned from pale to pink.

Enrico stared at her intently, her simple action making his throat dry again.

“Bang.”

A faint noise came from outside the door.

Paige’s expression tightened, and she glanced toward the laptop on the couch. The screen was displaying the hotel’s security cameras, showing two suspicious figures in the hallway. One of them had accidentally bumped into a vase and quickly steadied it, while the other pressed against the door of their suite, trying to listen in.

Even after being let back in, they were still uneasy, trying to catch any sound.

Enrico followed her gaze and also saw the scene on the screen, faintly making out that someone was eavesdropping.

He turned back to face her, pressing his forehead against hers. His voice, thick with alcohol, was low and rough, “If they want to listen, let them listen. Let them know we’re not leaving just yet.”

“What do you mean?”

Paige admitted she couldn’t follow his train of thought.

Enrico gazed at her deeply before suddenly smiling and scooping her up in his arms.

This princess carry lacked any grace.

He struggled to get a proper grip, fumbling several times before finally getting his hands under her knees. Once he had her up, he staggered forward, moving with difficulty, step by step.

“What are you doing…”

Before Paige could finish her sentence, still in shock, she was dropped to the floor, landing hard. She curled up from the pain, her face scrunched in discomfort.

Could tonight get any worse?

“Are you okay?” Enrico panicked when she fell, crouching down to check her arms and body. “Where does it hurt? Are you hurt?”

Where does it hurt…

Paige sat on the floor, looking at his drunken face, feeling too exasperated to be angry. She asked helplessly, “What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I want to go to bed with you.”

Enrico answered with complete seriousness, even raising his voice.

The two eavesdroppers on the surveillance feed shared knowing, amused glances.

Paige, however, felt as if she’d been struck by lightning, staring at him in disbelief. She lowered her voice, “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“I do.” Enrico nodded. “Let’s go to bed.”

“…”

Why?

They were supposed to wait until everyone had evacuated and quietly leave River Town. The situation was tense, so how had it turned into *this*?Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Paige had no idea what to say, while Enrico stubbornly stuck to his plan, pulling her to her feet. “Come on, to the bed!”

“Enrico, you’re drunk.” Paige looked at him, helpless.

“Come on, I’ll show you something good.” Since he couldn’t pull her along, Enrico resorted to dragging her by her hands.

“…”

This scene looked incredibly odd.

Paige sighed and stood up, reluctantly following him to the bedroom.

As soon as they entered, Enrico pushed her onto the bed. She looked up and saw him starting to unbutton his shirt, but he struggled to undo the buttons, becoming more and more irritated.

Paige watched in confusion as he suddenly leaned over, pressing his hands on either side of her, trapping her between him and the bed. He demanded, “Help me with the buttons.”

“Why would I help you with that?”

With his chest leaning close, Paige instinctively leaned back. “Do you feel uncomfortable from drinking too much? If so, you can go to the bathroom to take a shower and-”

Enrico, clearly impatient, lifted the hem of his shirt and bit down on the fabric with his lips.

“…”

Paige was completely stunned.

She sat at the edge of the bed, her body slowly falling back to avoid being pressed into the mattress. Enrico loomed over her, his shirt now held between his teeth.

Beneath the thin fabric, his defined six-pack was in full view.

Now she knew what he meant by “something good.”

Paige’s first thought was how he managed to regain his abs in just two months. Her second thought… was how incredibly inappropriate the atmosphere felt.

Suddenly, the air grew thick, heavy with tension.

All the danger and pressure seemed to vanish into thin air.

Enrico, still biting the shirt, looked down at her, his damp hair and long lashes glistening with water droplets, his dark red eyes full of intense desire.

After a few seconds, he released the shirt from his lips. “Do you like it?”

“You…”

Paige could barely breathe, struggling to form words. Her hand was suddenly grabbed and pressed against his abs through the shirt. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Go ahead, touch it.”

Her face flushed bright red, her voice hoarse. “When did I ever say I wanted this…”

But mid-sentence, she suddenly remembered.

Hadn’t she asked him to work on his abs? But it was supposed to be for his health, not for… this.

Enrico tilted his head at her. “How does it feel?”

The… feel?

She was going to lose it.

His eyes were so direct, so heated, she felt like she was being devoured with every glance.

Paige pulled her hand back, scooting away from him, avoiding his gaze. “You’re drunk. Why don’t you lie down and rest for a bit, okay?”

As she moved away, he moved closer.

His dark, raspy voice followed her, “Paige.”

“Yeah?”

She continued to avoid his eyes.

“You once told me to figure out what kind of person I want to be.”

“…”

Even drunk, his memory was sharp. Why was he talking about life goals now?

Paige struggled to keep up as Enrico, standing by the bed, leaned in closer, his hands braced on either side of her. His gaze locked on hers, and he said, word by word, “I’ve figured it out.”

“…”

“Paige, I want to be yours.”

His lips hovered just above hers, his breath hot and overwhelming.

Paige lay flat on the bed, staring at him in shock, her whole world shaken. “Enrico, do you even realize what you’re saying?”

In response, his lips pressed down hard on hers, stealing a fiery kiss. It was swift but intense.

Breathless, Paige finally whispered, “I thought you didn’t reject me because you wanted to turn me into a replacement for your sister.”

After all, the memories he regained were of the time when he had just lost his sister. She had always thought that was why he kept his distance.

But tonight, watching him drink during the marriage proposal contest, she realized she might have misunderstood something.

Hearing this, Enrico let out a mocking laugh. “Is that why you’ve always treated me like a nine-year-old?”

“…”

Paige stayed silent.

In the stillness of the bedroom, their breathing was the only sound left.

Enrico lowered his head, brushing his nose against her cheek. “Paige, you’re such a fool.”