The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The sports car clearly hadn’t been set up yet, so it prompted her to complete a facial recognition process.

“These custom AI systems are too much trouble. I don’t feel like driving it,” Enrico said, leaning back in the comfortable leather seat, watching her operate, his gaze lingering on her face and hands.

“Then why did you buy it?”

“Buying and driving are two different things. I have countless properties, but does that mean I need to live in all of them?” Enrico replied indifferently.

“….”

At that moment, the AI spoke again, “Master, would you like me to introduce the car’s features?”

Paige glanced at the man beside her and then spoke to the system, “Why don’t you teach me how to drive?”

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“Sure!” Algo, the AI, bowed on the screen and began, “It’s an honor to serve such a beautiful and lovely owner. Now, please look at the steering wheel. On it…”

As Algo continued, Enrico’s face darkened, and he said, “Shut up, I’ll teach.”

Algo immediately appeared to shed two tears and responded with a pitiful, “Okay, Mr. Gustin,” before disappearing.

Paige looked at him suspiciously, “It recognizes you? But you said you’ve never driven it.”

Enrico glanced at her, “This car was designed for me, what do you think?”

So, Enrico wasn’t its owner, but he definitely had authority.

Paige decided not to ask any more questions. She lowered her gaze, looked around, and then placed her hands on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed forward, her expression becoming serious.

She always approached learning with a serious attitude.

Enrico noticed this and began instructing, “Brake, clutch, gas pedal. Over here is the gear shift. When starting, engage the first gear.”

His voice was no longer as hoarse as when he was injured, instead, it was deep and sexy.

Paige looked down at the controls and nodded, “Got it.”

Enrico had no doubts about her memory, so he continued to the next step, “Left foot on the clutch, right foot hovering above the gas pedal, engage first gear, then slowly release the clutch while pressing the gas.”

“Okay.”

Paige memorized all the steps, then focused straight ahead and started the car.

“Zoom-”

The sports car shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for the pillar in front of them.

In the vast parking lot, only the sound of the car speeding filled the air.

Paige was startled and quickly slammed on the brake, causing the car to jolt violently.

“Hiss-” Enrico, due to the momentum, slammed his wound against the seatback, the sudden pain feeling as if he was being torn apart.

His face turned pale.

He reached out, put the car into neutral, then turned to glare at her, gritting his teeth, “Paige!”

“An accident.” Paige felt a bit embarrassed, “I didn’t realize the car would accelerate so quickly.”

She had pressed the gas too hard.

Enrico glared at her.

“Does it hurt?” Paige’s gaze fell on his shoulder, feeling a bit guilty.

“Check the wound,” Enrico ordered.

His seatbelt was a bit tight, so Paige lifted the hem of his black shirt, her soft fingers gliding over his belt to the bones in his back.

Enrico’s breath hitched, and he glanced at her.

Paige checked the bandage on his scapula and, seeing that the wound hadn’t reopened, sighed in relief, “It’s fine.”

“It hurts,” Enrico insisted, staring at her.

Paige looked into his dark eyes, “Should I call Dr. Farrar?”

Seeing the concern in her furrowed brow, a glint of satisfaction flashed in Enrico’s eyes. He then said irritably, “Forget it, you still need to learn to drive. Don’t waste time, just massage around the wound.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t continue today,” she suggested.

His injury was more important.

“I never pegged you for someone who gives up halfway,” Enrico retorted, his eyes fixed on her.

Paige didn’t bother arguing. She carefully began massaging around his wound to ease his pain.

Enrico leaned back, supporting his head with one hand, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.

He wanted her soft hands to wander over more of his body, but Paige was solely focused on easing his pain, only pressing around the wound.

Unsatisfied, Enrico muttered, “Check my waist; it got hurt too, it aches.”

His waist too? Was the car’s shock absorption that bad?

Paige’s fingers slid down to his waist, her fingertips brushing over his skin, “Your waist is fine.”

“Check the other shoulder too, it hurts,” Enrico added.

Paige obediently examined it, “Your shoulder’s fine too.”

Enrico was growing more agitated with her touch, loosening his collar as his Adam’s apple bobbed. Just as he was about to pull her into his lap, he remembered the parking lot was under surveillance and cursed under his breath, “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Paige asked, puzzled, “Still hurting?”

Enrico grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly to stop her from moving. Paige instinctively struggled, but Enrico took a deep breath, his voice raspy with restraint, “Don’t move.”

If she did, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

His breathing was heavy.

Paige looked up to see Enrico holding her tightly, but his body seemed to no longer be in pain. His eyes had turned a deep red, staring at her as if he wanted to devour her.

Paige understood that the man was struggling to hide his desire. She wasn’t sure whether to feel awkward or amused.

Sensing her thoughts, Enrico glared at her, “You should stop using your hands to seduce me. How did you manage to keep them so soft after three years in the slums?”

Her? Seducing him?

Paige’s expression briefly twisted, and she reached out to push him away, but remembering his earlier words, she withdrew her hand, resigned to waiting for him to calm down.

The underground parking lot was filled with luxury cars, completely empty of people. In the dim light, the small space of the sports car felt even more confined, with only the two of them inside.

The heated breaths brushing against her ears were even more tormenting than his embrace.

Paige’s ears tingled slightly.

After what felt like an eternity, Enrico’s breathing finally steadied.

“Keep driving.”

Enrico released her, casting his gaze elsewhere, unable to look at her any longer, “If you don’t start, I’ll take you back to bed.”

Paige was thoroughly depressed, “Maybe you should get out of the car? I’ve already memorized the key points you mentioned, I can practice on my own.”

“No.” Enrico immediately rejected the idea, “If I really wanted to get you into bed, hiding under the car wouldn’t save you.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Paige looked at him, “I’m a beginner, if what just happened repeats, it could make your wound worse. That’s minor, but if I crash…”

“If you somehow manage to kill yourself, I’ll join you,” Enrico cut her off, “Now drive.”

He really wasn’t afraid of her driving them both to their deaths.

Seeing no way out, Paige resigned herself to taking the wheel and focusing on driving.

With the first experience behind her, Paige was now extremely cautious and focused. She carefully started the car.

The car moved smoothly forward without the sudden burst of speed from before.

Half an hour later, Paige was driving perfectly around the Gustins’ estate, her handling becoming increasingly proficient, with the car’s speed now well under control, causing no further discomfort to Enrico.

After smoothly parking the car, Paige sat in the driver’s seat, looking at her hands, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

“Enrico, I did it,” she said, turning to look at Enrico, seeing her joyful smile reflected in his deep eyes.

She was startled. Was that her, the one who was laughing so happily?

Enrico reached over and pinched her chin, “It seems my life means a lot to you.”

Ever since he said he would die with her, she hadn’t made a single mistake.

Paige resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Enrico, seeing her happiness, suggested, “Want to take it for a spin on the road?”

“I don’t have a license.”

With so many cars on the road, what if something went wrong?

“Don’t worry, any car in The Capital that sees my license plate will steer clear, so you won’t get the chance to crash.”Enrico chuckled.

Paige thought of the arrogant number on the license plate, her dark eyes sparkling as a bold idea formed in her mind, “Alright, let’s try.”

She was confident in herself.

With that, Paige drove the sports car out of the Gustins’ estate and onto the road.

Sure enough, as Enrico had said, every other vehicle gave her a wide berth, not wanting to risk any collisions.

Paige followed the traffic rules, and her driving skills became increasingly fluid.

Unconsciously, she had driven quite a distance.

Paige parked the car in a spot and turned to the man beside her. Enrico had fallen asleep, leaning against the seatback.

Outside the car was The Capital University.