The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige sized him up. Enrico choked for a moment, then raised his hand to pinch her chin. “Are you changing the subject? I’m warning you, stay away from Kevin! Or else…”

“Or else you’ll break my leg?” Paige followed up on his words.

“…”

Enrico paused again. He realized Paige had not only learned how to sweet-talk, but her methods of teasing were also steadily escalating.

He suddenly leaned down, his face so close to hers that his thin lips almost brushed her mouth, pausing just short of a kiss. He spoke slowly, word by word, “I won’t hurt you.”

“…”

Paige smiled.

“But if you don’t stay away from Kevin, only one of us will be left standing. You decide,” Enrico threatened, his voice low and raspy.

“…”

Paige’s smile faded.

Wasn’t it wine Enrico drank that night in River Town? It must have been vinegar!

She looked at his handsome face so close to hers, and without thinking, she kissed him. The kiss landed lightly on his lips, and Enrico’s eyes widened in surprise.

Paige gave him a quick peck before pulling back, glaring at him. “You’re really jealous.”

Isn’t it obvious enough who she’s interested in? And he’s still jealous?

“…”

Enrico stood there, staring at her, dazed. Even getting glared at made him feel strangely content.

There must be something wrong with him-this wasn’t normal!

Paige slipped out from under his arm where he had cornered her against the wall and said, “Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

“I’ll have the food brought to your room,” Enrico lowered his hand and said.

“Let’s go to the cafeteria. I don’t want to stay in the hospital room anymore.”

Being confined to these walls all day was making Paige feel stifled.

…

Since the members of the Temple in Heaven and some of the injured from River Town had been moved into the hospital, Enrico’s men had surrounded the place, making sure not even a fly could get in easily.

As Paige walked down the long glass corridor, she mostly saw Enrico’s bodyguards. Outside, the fountain was running, and the clear blue sky was dotted with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, making everything feel peaceful and beautiful.

“Slow down.” Enrico followed behind her, constantly complaining that she was walking too fast, his brows furrowing deeply.

“I’m fine.” Paige just wanted to stretch her legs after lying down for so long. What’s the point if she had to walk as slow as a turtle?NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The hospital’s large cafeteria was empty. It seemed people had already cleared the area, and a circle of bodyguards surrounded them. There was no one else in sight.

Paige couldn’t do anything about Enrico’s domineering ways, so she said nothing and calmly sat down at a table.

She asked for some simple home-style dishes. Enrico didn’t change her order, and soon, a plate of home-style tofu was brought over.

It was prepared lightly, without even a hint of soy sauce.

Enrico sat across from her, habitually picking up a spoon and bowl to serve her the tofu.

“I want to try it myself,” Paige interrupted his actions.

“…”

Enrico glanced up at her.

“I really feel much better. You can’t keep feeding me, or I’ll get fat,” Paige said casually.

During her hospital stay, she had been so weak that aside from the time he performed shadow puppetry, he hadn’t let her move at all. Every meal, from liquids to light dishes, had been fed to her by Enrico himself.

“You’ll only be cuter if you get fat.” Enrico said, but he stopped and placed the spoon and bowl to the side.

Seeing this, Paige knew he had agreed.

She didn’t pick up the spoon but instead chose chopsticks, which required more precision. After being fed for so long, holding chopsticks felt foreign in her hand. She concentrated, slowly gripping them tighter, her hand feeling heavy as she tried to pick up some tofu.

Picking up tofu was a delicate task, much harder than manipulating a shadow puppet.

Paige had always been patient. After the first piece fell, she seriously focused and went for a second piece.

But after only a minute or two, her hand felt strangely fatigued. She had lost all her strength after so many days of recovery.

Gritting her teeth, she carefully lifted the soft tofu, inching it out of the dish.

“…”

Enrico’s eyes followed her chopsticks, his gaze intense, holding his breath.

Paige leaned down, took a bite of the tofu, and the light flavor filled her mouth. She glanced up at the man in front of her and smiled.

See, she had done it.

As soon as the tofu touched her lips, Enrico let out a long breath. When she looked up at him, he huffed, sounding displeased, “So you can feed yourself now. Impressive.”

No need for him anymore, huh?

Did she think he liked feeding her?

“…”

Paige didn’t mind. She smiled again and slowly picked up another piece of tofu, holding it out to him.

Still thinking of him.

Enrico looked at her, then leaned down and ate the tofu from her chopsticks. His earlier grumpy tone vanished, replaced with pride. “My Paige is amazing, feeding herself now.”

The same sentence could mean completely different things depending on the tone.

The movements of using chopsticks required precise strength, and Paige patiently continued picking up her food, eating slowly.

The sunlight poured in through the large windows, warming the room.

“When you go back this time, you’ll have to face them, right?” Paige said casually.

Enrico had made an appearance at the funeral. Now everyone knew he had recovered. The uproar was one thing, but just dealing with the situation at the Gustin family villa would be enough of a headache.

Jeremy had been stripped of his power and hadn’t been able to regain control of the family’s assets. Now that he was helping Rachel grow Artisans, Rachel had been able to meet influential figures-something she couldn’t have done alone. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.

If Rachel rose, Jeremy would too.

Jeremy and Enrico had always had a strained father-son relationship, and now there was the added weight of Emery’s death.

“Since when have I ever been afraid?” Enrico sneered indifferently.

“Kevin says The Capital has been quiet, and it seems like the people at the Gustin family villa still don’t know about Emery’s death,” Paige said, puzzled. Even if the news didn’t report the mastermind behind the River Town terror attack, Rachel should’ve known.

“That just shows how much Rachel was kept in the dark by Emery. She likely knows very little about the Folsom family and River Town. Emery rushed to River Town due to an urgent situation, so it makes sense she hasn’t received any news. But she’s probably guessed a thing or two by now,” Enrico explained.

Paige agreed with his assessment. Then she looked at him and said, “About Emery… you and your father…”

“You said I’d have to face some people when I get back. But before I return, I’m going to give my dear father a nice gift first,” Enrico said, picking up some food for her.

“What kind of gift?” Paige asked.

“…”

Enrico looked at her, his lips curling into a wicked smile. He didn’t answer.

Seeing that smile, Paige had a pretty good idea of what he was planning.

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