The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige stared at him, incredulous. Was he really in the mood to have her accompany him to soak in the hot spring?

“Mr. Gustin, we should talk,” she said.

“Talk after you strip,” Enrico replied bluntly.

“No way,” Paige responded without hesitation.

“Did I leave any room for you to refuse?”

Enrico chuckled coldly and reached out to push her towards the hot spring. Paige’s eyes narrowed, trying to evade, but Enrico’s push was precise, pressing against her spine.

The fall she had taken earlier at the kidnappers’ den had nearly broken her bones. She was in excruciating pain, unable to resist his push, and she fell into the hot spring pool.

The water engulfed her head. The suffocating sensation made her feel like she was back in the slums, falling into the sea. Her strong survival instinct drove her to emerge from the water immediately, lifting her head and shaking her wet hair, splashing countless droplets onto Enrico’s pants at the edge of the pool.

The hot spring water only reached her chest, not deep.

She turned around to see Enrico standing there, looking down at her. Water droplets adorned her innocent face, adding an indescribable allure.

He leisurely unbuttoned his shirt cuff, kicked a lounge chair toward the hot spring pool, and sat down.

“Don’t be ungrateful. This medicinal spring was researched by my mother. I’ve denied many people who offered fortunes to enter.” he said.

Medicinal spring? Paige realized that his push earlier had deliberately hit her most painful spot. He knew about her internal injuries besides the wrist injury. So, he intentionally had her soak in the medicinal spring. She had misunderstood him.

“Thank you,” Paige said, not climbing out. The invaluable medicinal spring helped her recover. She would have been foolish to climb out before it healed her.

“You said you wanted to talk to me? Speak,” he said.

Paige walked along the pool’s edge, rested her injured hand on the pool’s edge, and then looked up at his handsome face.

“My name is Paige. I’m Senator Malik’s foster daughter. He adopted me to draw my blood for his daughter’s illness. When I turned eighteen and was no longer useful, he tried to give me to an old man. I refused, so he sent me to the slums and labeled me as mentally ill,” Paige said calmly.

“Uh-huh,” Enrico lazily listened, picking up a glass of water nearby and taking a sip.

“And then you brought me back. I intend to seek revenge on the Clarkes. You rescued me from the slums, so I should tell you the details…”

“But you know I’m ruthless and insane. You were afraid I might kill you, so you had to keep it from me,” Enrico interrupted her, finishing her sentence.

Paige observed his expression, which didn’t seem like he was about to settle scores with her. She nodded, “Yes, that’s right.”

“What’s your relationship with Bryan?” Enrico lowered his gaze, casually swirling the glass in his hand.

“Why ask about Bryan?” Paige replied, “He’s Molly’s boyfriend.”

“I’m asking about…” Enrico suddenly looked at her, his eyes showing mixed emotions. “What’s your relationship with him?”

“No relationship, just acquaintances from before,” Paige said, feeling uncomfortable in the hot spring pool with her dress clinging tightly to her body.

“What about Kevin?” Enrico continued.

“He’s on Wind Island. I saved him, and he was able to return to the Lautners’ because of me,” Paige found his line of questioning strange. Why was he asking about Bryan and then Kevin? Did he really know everything?

“Is he interested in you?” Enrico raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” Paige was taken aback.

“Does he have feelings for you?” Enrico asked in a low voice.

“Feelings? Like romantic feelings between a man and a woman? No, he just sees me as his savior,” Paige looked at him. “Is that all you want to know?”

Enrico sat there, his hand holding the glass paused. “What else should I know?”

Paige was a bit at a loss for words. Normally, one would expect him to ask if she had any ulterior motives for being around him, if she might harm him, and so on. Asking about Bryan and Kevin-wasn’t that a bit off?

Standing in the hot spring, her face slightly flushed from the steam, Paige thought for a moment before speaking seriously, “Mr. Gustin, in the eyes of the whole country, I’m a nobody without identity. So, I stay by your side to survive and seek revenge on the Clarkes. As for you, I have no intention of causing any harm.”

“I doubt you would dare,” he said arrogantly.

“But now that we’ve laid it out, I won’t stay here,” Paige said solemnly.

“Are you leaving? Once the mask is lifted, you’re in a hurry to flee?” he asked.

“Mr. Gustin, you sought a replacement for your late sister. Since I’m not like her, naturally, I should leave,” she replied calmly.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Where to?” he asked calmly, taking another sip of water.

“Still within this country. Mr. Gustin, you saved me, and I owe you a great debt. Though I know you lack nothing, I hope in the future I’ll have a chance to repay this debt to you,” Paige said earnestly.

Enrico looked at her, his thin lips curling slightly, “You, a woman who came from the slums, with nothing, not even an identity, how will you repay me?”

She knew he was mocking her.

“I won’t always be like this. I can go from having nothing to having everything,” Paige said firmly.

“Is that so?” Enrico asked casually. “A phone call from me, and the authorities will arrest you, subject you to the harshest punishment, and send you back to the slums.”

“Mr. Gustin, things change. Maybe one day I can help you. There’s no need to be so ruthless, isn’t it?” Paige replied calmly. She had thought it through; if Enrico intended to harm her, he wouldn’t have saved her or let her soak in the medicinal spring.

“So you’re determined to leave?” His eyes were deeply probing.

“I want to leave. If you need a replacement, I can return to the slums and find someone suitable for you. I understand that place well and can find the most suitable candidate for you,” Paige offered.

At his words, Enrico set aside his glass and stood up. “Let’s talk about this later. ”

Just like that? Paige furrowed her brows. Did he agree or not?

She glanced at him; he stood by the window, tall and imposing, his thoughts inscrutable. But regardless, he wouldn’t harm her. She should take care of her own body first. Paige pressed against the pool wall, sinking deeper into the water until it covered her shoulders, completely immersing herself.

The medicinal spring was indeed miraculous. After soaking for nearly half an hour, the soreness in her body disappeared, replaced by a warm sensation coursing through her, helping her regain strength.

When it was time to come out, Paige’s face was flushed from the steam. She felt awkward. After soaking, she needed to shower, but the bathroom was transparent. She couldn’t do that in front of him…

“If you want to come out, just come out. I really want to see, can you stop me?” Enrico said without turning around.

He was right. Paige stopped hesitating, using her uninjured hand to climb out of the pool. She stood barefoot on the ground, just as she looked up, Enrico had turned around, staring directly at her.

Her whole body was soaked by the milky pool water, her dress clinging tightly to her slender figure, revealing every curve. Water droplets dripped down along the hem of her clothes, enhancing a sense of provocative beauty that left much to the imagination.

Enrico reached out and tugged at the tightened collar of his shirt.

Paige made no effort to cover herself, only looking at him somewhat speechlessly. “I thought you meant you wouldn’t look back.”

Enrico looked at her, his gaze roaming over her, his voice husky, “Clearly, you thought wrong.”