The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

He really didn’t have to do this.

“I don’t want to drink it.”

Paige wearily closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Enrico’s expression darkened. “Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. You’re going to drink this ginger soup whether you like it or not. Don’t make me force it into you.”

Paige didn’t even lift her eyelashes.

Enrico’s threat seemed to fall on deaf ears. His face grew darker. “I’m really going to feed it to you!”

Paige remained unmoved.

“……”

Enrico slammed the spoon into the bowl and, with a scowl, said, “If necessary, I’ll have someone retrieve that man’s body, cremate it, and give him a proper burial.”

At these words, Paige’s long lashes trembled. She opened her eyes to look at the man before her, noticing his displeasure. Something in her chest seemed to stir.

Seeing that she finally opened her eyes, Enrico said with little patience, “I knew you’d react to this. Now, can you please just drink the soup?”

He was really hard to please!

As he spoke, he reached out to pinch her excessively pale face. As soon as he touched her, his slender fingers turned into caresses, gently brushing her face with warm fingertips.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Enrico sat there, holding the bowl in his lap, leaning forward towards her.

Paige quietly watched him, slowly sitting up on the bed. Her fingers touched the collar of his dark robe, lightly grazing his exposed chest. Her eyes, clear and defined, looked at him. “Do it with me, Enrico.”

“Are you crazy?”

Vomiting blood and injured feet, and she still wants to.

“You said you could forget.” Paige’s pale lips parted slightly as she spoke slowly, “Whenever I close my eyes now, I see so many people dying in front of me. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

She just wanted to forget.

Even if just for a moment.

“……”

Enrico frowned, not agreeing to her request.

Ignoring her injured foot, Paige moved to kneel on the bed, straightened her body, and gently touched his face with her white fingers. She leaned in and kissed him.

“……”

Enrico still held the ginger soup in his hand, his throat tightening. “Paige, don’t test my resolve.”

He had no resolve!

As soon as he spoke, Paige kissed him again.

For a moment, Enrico felt his blood heat up. He tossed the ginger soup aside and kissed her back passionately.

The faint taste of blood in her mouth pained his chest, driving him to be even more fervent. He lifted his hand to hold the back of her head, kissing her deeply.

Paige wrapped her arms around his shoulders, almost desperately responding to him.

Her rare enthusiasm made Enrico lose all hesitation. He reached under her skirt with one hand and pressed her back against the bed with the other, his chest urgently pressing down on hers.

Paige was actually too weak to do anything. She was barely holding on, only sustaining herself because Enrico kept insisting she drink the soup.

When she was pressed back, her head tilted back, her hair flicked up.

When Enrico kissed her again, it was as if a switch named “rest” was flipped inside her body.

Unable to hold on any longer, her mind went blank, and she fainted in his arms.

At the peak of desire, this sudden turn of events nearly incapacitated Enrico as he looked at the woman in his arms who had passed out.

Paige’s body wasn’t in bad shape; she had survived a variety of medicines from the Clarkes and had adapted to the harsh conditions of the slums.

Since coming to Rose Estate, Olivia had carefully adjusted her diet, improving her health so much that she hadn’t even had a cold.

But this time, Arjun’s death had caused a sudden collapse of the tension within Paige’s body, and her condition rapidly worsened.

The next day, Paige developed a high fever that only subsided with medication, only to return again and again.

Back and forth.

Paige was so weak she could only lie in bed, unable to even crawl.

“Bang-”

Dr. Farrar stood in the study at Rose Estate, watching a pen holder hit his foot. The pain was sharp, but he didn’t dare move, only keeping his head down.

Jaden stood nearby, looking at him with some sympathy.

“It’s been two days, and the fever still hasn’t gone down.”

Enrico sat at the desk, his face dark, his eyes coldly fixed on Dr. Farrar, his voice low and cruel. “I see you’re not incapable of earning money for me, Enrico. You’re just not capable of keeping her alive.”

Dr. Farrar’s face turned pale with shock. He quickly said, “Mr. Gustin, the problem with the Miss’s illness is internal, not external. She’s been affected by recent events, and her symptoms are manifesting outwardly. If we wait a couple more days, she’ll get better.”

The fever won’t last forever.

“If it’s as you say, what use do you have as a doctor?” Enrico said coldly.

Why should he wait to get better?

“A mental illness is hard to cure,” Dr. Farrar couldn’t help but defend himself. He wasn’t trying to shirk responsibility. “The Miss enjoys certain activities and company. If she does what she likes and associates with people she enjoys, she might recover faster.”

“I’ve been with her every day, even not attending to the consortium. She still has a fever for two days?” Enrico’s face remained stern.

“Ahem.” Jaden coughed as he was inadvertently caught in the crossfire. Was Mr. Gustin suggesting that Paige’s favorite person and company were him?

Enrico shot a cold glance at him. Jaden stood straight with his hands behind his back, looking at Dr. Farrar. “That’s right, Dr. Farrar. Mr. Gustin has been with the Miss every day. You need to think of other solutions.”

“Then let’s wait a bit longer. At most, two more days, and the Miss’s health will gradually improve,” Dr. Farrar said.

“I have to wait two more days?” Enrico glared at him irritably.

“Actually, I could use intravenous fluids to speed up recovery, but Mr. Gustin, you think it’s just a fever. Such a major procedure could reduce the Miss’s resistance…” Dr. Farrar said, noticing Enrico’s worsening expression, and quickly shut up. “Ah, um, Mr. Gustin, spending more time with the Miss will definitely help her recover.”

“It’s like talking to a wall!”

Enrico threw the wireless mouse in front of him, “Think, keep thinking!”

How could he cheer her up?

“……”

Didn’t you say that you being here was enough? What else were they supposed to think of?

Jaden grumbled inwardly but still racked his brain.

As Enrico’s assistant, Jaden was almost at the top of the hierarchy, always the one others tried to please. Women would come to him, and he had no tricks for soothing them.

Standing there, Jaden looked at Dr. Farrar, desperately signaling him.

Since Dr. Farrar was the one treating her, if the Miss didn’t get better, he would be the first to be blamed.

Dr. Farrar, feeling utterly desperate, thought of how to cheer up a woman, even replaying some melodramatic TV dramas he had occasionally seen, and finally said, “Mr. Gustin, how about getting the Miss a small pet?”