The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige surfaced from the water, her entire body soaked. Enrico stood in front of her. Cold water dripped down his face, tracing his defined jawline, wet shirt clinging tightly to his chest.

He stared at her intensely, reaching out suddenly for her neck.

Paige widened her eyes in shock and instinctively retrieved a dagger from her thigh strap. Security checks were mandatory at the banquet, and no extra items were allowed. To be safe, she had discreetly stolen the dagger from one of the bodyguards earlier and strapped it to her thigh.

She never expected to use it now.

Just before Enrico could choke her neck, she had no choice but to plunge the dagger into his shoulder.

The next moment, instead of choking her neck, her lips were forcefully covered by a warm, soft touch. Paige’s mind went blank as she heard him say, “But I can’t bear to.”

“But I can’t bear to see you die.”

“All I could think of was choking you to death. If you died, I would ice you. Wouldn’t I feel more relieved? But I can’t bear to.”

That was what he really meant to say.

Paige widened her eyes, her hand gripping the dagger frozen on his shoulder. Her breathing was erratic, and she immediately released her hand.

Enrico released her and glanced at his shoulder. The dagger wasn’t deeply embedded; as she let go, it fell away. The pool water instantly turned red, like blooming roses, shocking to behold.

Enrico stared fixedly at his shoulder for a while, then suddenly turned to her. “You didn’t want to kill me? You could kill me in an instant. But you didn’t… Why?”

“I thought you were going to kill me…” Paige explained.

“Who’s in there?” Rachel heard the commotion and walked in from outside. She looked up and saw the two of them in the pool, her face paling instantly. “Bro…” How did he end up swimming with Paige? Didn’t he just humiliate her? And now they’re reconciled?

Enrico completely ignored Rachel, his eyes fixed on Paige. Seeing someone enter, Paige instinctively moved back.

Enrico pulled her back, lowering his head to kiss her. He seized her soft lips without hesitation, almost crazily parting them and exploring with his tongue, swirling it against hers…

“Mm…” Paige was unable to stand on her feet in the water, but Enrico didn’t stop.

“Bang-” The orange juice slipped from Rachel’s hand, smashing on the floor and splattering liquid onto her feet.

Enrico pressed Paige against the pool wall, kissing her lips even more recklessly, repeatedly, his eyes filled with desire for her.

His hand cupped the back of her neck, nibbling on the corner of her lips. Suddenly, he turned his face, his eyes glaring darkly at Rachel standing at the door. “Get lost.”

His tone was as disgusted. Yet while speaking, his lips remained close to Paige’s, so intimate, so ambiguous.

Rachel’s eyes suddenly filled with tears as she turned to leave, but then she caught a faint scent of blood. Seeing the red stains on the water, she worriedly said, “Bro, are you hurt? I’ll find Dr. He…”

“Mind your own damn business, I’m having fun with my woman here, get lost!” Enrico growled.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Rachel wanted to say more, but Enrico ignored her, lowering his head again to continue kissing the person in his arms.

Rachel turned around and ran out., Paige spoke up, her voice hoarse and trembling from the kisses. “You should tend to your wound first.”

Enrico pressed his forehead against hers, his tone a mix of mockery and bitterness. “If I really wanted to kill you, would I let myself be in this mess because of you?”

For the first time, Paige heard such a tone from him. She felt an urgent need to explain, “I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s even scarier,” Enrico scoffed, his bitterness palpable. She didn’t mean to, but he had been driven nearly insane because of her. She didn’t want their relationship to be public, so he kept quiet; she had stabbed him with a dagger, and he was almost relieved she hadn’t hit a vital spot.

…

Paige was carried back to his room.

She searched the room for a first aid kit to treat Enrico’s wounds. Before finding it, Enrico pushed her onto the bed…

The heavy curtains reflected the dazzling fireworks outside.

Inside the room, the air was filled with desire.

Outside, it was Enrico’s father and stepmother’s wedding anniversary dinner.

Inside, Enrico passionately pressed on Paige, his shoulder and palm wounds rubbing against the deep gray sheets, leaving bloody marks.

As Paige reached climax, she looked up at the crystal chandelier above, murmuring, “Mr. Gustin, Enrico…”

For a moment, she didn’t know what to call him.

After a while, she asked, “Have you fallen in love with me?”

She had always thought she was just his mistress, and he had told her so. But he was jealous for her, willing to die for her, and today, he even restrained himself in the face of jealousy… She couldn’t help but think more deeply.

Enrico turned over and lay beside her, breathing heavily, still immersed in the recent frenzy.

For a long time.

Long enough for Paige to think he wouldn’t answer her, Enrico said coldly, “You’re dreaming.”

Paige didn’t ask further. After a shower, she changed into a black silk robe and sat on the edge of the bed to treat his wounds. The skin on his shoulder was somewhat pale. She said, “A couple of stitches might be more effective.”

“No need, just disinfect,” Enrico didn’t care about this wound.

Upon hearing this, Paige had no choice. The alcohol flowed into the wound, and she watched Enrico’s face pale, but he didn’t even grunt.

After that, Paige used gauze to cover the wound.

Enrico handed her his hand, Paige asked, “How did you hurt this hand?”

“You stabbed it,” Enrico stared at her intensely.

“You’re talking nonsense Boring.” Paige lowered her head to disinfect his wound, and Enrico leaned against the head of the bed, one hand behind his head, watching her.

“I’m hungry.” Paige said.

“You ungrateful dog, you should starve to death.”

Enrico sneered coldly, picked up his phone, and texted Jaden to bring food.

After finishing treating the wound, Paige sat down beside him and casually picked up a financial magazine from the bedside. As she flipped through it, she remarked, “Bryan and I really have no relationship.”

“Then why were you sitting together in a car, chatting so closely?” Enrico questioned.

Paige glanced at the magazine and replied, “He wanted to ride with me, but there was no intimate conversation. Your house must have surveillance; you can check it out.”

After speaking, Paige felt something was off and looked up at him, saying, “You probably have already checked, otherwise you wouldn’t have spared my life at the pool.”

Enrico’s gaze held hers for a long moment. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, “So, guess, will you end up dying by my hand someday?”

Paige looked into his deep eyes and shook her head, “I don’t know.”

“Well, let me give you an answer now,” Enrico stared at her intensely, “No, I’ll do my best to ensure that.”