The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Dr. Clinton quickly said, “Mr. Gustin, you need to stay in bed and rest for your injuries; otherwise, the bone fractures will be difficult to heal.”

“How is she?” Enrico asked.

“The most serious external injury Miss Paige has is the gunshot wound. I’ve already administered new medication,” Dr. Clinton replied. “As for whether TP1314 will cause any long-term side effects, I need to obtain the drug and conduct research before I can give a definitive answer.”

“I’ll have someone bring you the drug,” Enrico said without hesitation. After speaking, he turned and started walking out.

Dr. Clinton silently stood in place, feeling a bit of frustration.

**Does my advice mean nothing?** he thought. **With leg fractures, you’re still running around? Will you only be happy when you’re crippled?**

He was really fed up with such a non-compliant patient. He wanted to resign! He wanted to leave The Capital!

After his silent outburst, Dr. Clinton turned back to his files and started studying the case, his brow furrowing more and more.

**Could it be that Paige’s capture triggered Enrico’s hallucinations?**

**Let’s hope it’s just a temporary hallucination and doesn’t get worse.**

…

Paige returned from the bamboo grove and stream in front of the mountain, stepping through the grand entrance of the estate and following the path to the main building. The evening light was soft and golden.

She felt someone’s gaze on her.

Paige looked up and saw Enrico standing on the steps in front of the door. He was dressed in a white loungewear set, making his complexion appear even paler. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the bandages on his collarbone. The cool breeze stirred the hem of his shirt.

Seeing him, Paige’s eyes widened in surprise.

Enrico stood there, breathing heavily, and gestured for her to come closer with his bandaged ring finger. “Paige, come here.”

His voice was weak.

“Why are you out here?” Paige quickly ran towards him. As soon as she stepped onto the stairs, Enrico pulled her into his arms.

Before she could even feel the pain from her wounds, she heard Enrico groan in pain, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he held her tighter, clenching his teeth as he whispered, “I’m in this condition, and you still run off. Am I not important to you?”

If it weren’t for him, she would have already left with Kevin to the border.

Paige thought to herself but said aloud, “I just went out to get some fresh air. But what about you? With multiple fractures, you still dare to get out of bed?”

**Is he trying to make sure he ends up crippled?**

“I woke up and didn’t see you,” Enrico huffed, lowering his head to kiss her cheek before finally releasing her. He then put his arm around her and led her back inside.

Paige chuckled. “Enrico, are you a child? Waking up and looking for your mother?”

“Obviously, I’m a grown man, so when I wake up, I look for my woman,” Enrico said, giving her a mischievous look, though his face remained pale.

Paige noticed him pressing a hand to his chest and asked worriedly, “How are you feeling?”

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“It hurts,” Enrico replied, his voice suddenly becoming much softer, “It hurts so much.”

Paige, helpless, accompanied him back to the room.

Dr. Clinton, who had been sitting inside reading documents, immediately stood up and nodded to them.

Enrico gestured for him to leave, and Dr. Clinton hurriedly grabbed his files to depart. Paige looked on, exasperated, and stopped him, “Dr. Clinton, there’s still medicine in the IV bag.”

**You’re just going to leave? What about professional ethics?**

Dr. Clinton touched his nearly strangled neck, feeling a bit anxious as he looked at Enrico.

But Enrico had calmed down by then, allowing Paige to help him lie back on the bed. As soon as he was lying down, he draped an arm over his forehead, frowning as if in unbearable pain.

“Could you give him more pain relief?” Paige asked, even more concerned now.

Dr. Clinton really wanted to say, **Don’t worry, his pain tolerance isn’t lower than yours. He almost killed me just now.** But with Enrico present, he didn’t dare say that out loud and simply nodded, “I’ll set up a pain pump.”

“Alright.”

Paige knew well what excruciating pain felt like. When she was under interrogation drugs, she too had wished someone would give her an injection to ease the pain.

After setting up the pain pump, Dr. Clinton quietly left the room.

Enrico looked at Paige and said, “Lie down for a while.”

Paige didn’t refuse, obediently climbing into bed and lying down next to him, resting her head on his arm, gazing up at the chandelier above.

**So much had happened today.**

In the morning, she had thought she was certain to die, and now she was lying here in his arms.

“I saw you cry,” his deep, slightly smug voice suddenly broke the silence.

Paige blinked in surprise. “What?”

“Today at Gangnam Hall, you cried when you saw my fingernails torn off,” Enrico said, lying beside her, chuckling softly, “I thought I’d have to die in front of you to make you cry.”

“In your condition today, is there any difference?” she whispered, astonished by his recklessness. “How could you even think of coming over on a refugee boat?”

**He was so daring, not afraid to die before her.**

“As long as I could see you, any method would do,” Enrico replied.

“Madman,” she said.

“I told you I’m a madman,” Enrico pulled her closer, avoiding her gunshot wound, pressing his head against hers. His raspy voice asked, “So, do you love this madman?”

He was blunt.

His electrifying voice sent a jolt through her nerves.

Before Paige could figure out how to respond, Enrico took her soft earlobe into his mouth, licking it with his lips, his breath heavy with desire, amplifying in her ears, growing louder and louder…

Paige felt like her breath was almost paralyzed. She tried to pull away, but Enrico sensed her intention. His eyes darkened, “Don’t move. I’m injured all over.”

She had no choice but to stay still.

Her compliance was like sweet honey to Enrico, and he kissed her ear delicately, his tongue tracing its shape with a dark hunger, his breath like a seductive invitation to surrender to desire.

“Say it,” Enrico demanded, kissing her, relentless, “If you don’t say it, I might just make love to you.”

Paige was speechless. **How is he always so…**

She lay on his arm, licking her lips, “Enrico.”

“Hmm?” he responded, his voice a sinful, seductive drawl.

“I don’t know how to verify love, but I do know that if you were ever in danger, I’d be willing to give my life to save you.”

Her voice was soft, like the cool and gentle stream outside the bamboo grove.

Enrico paused in his kisses, his long eyes staring deeply at her, watching the flutter of her long, thick eyelashes as her words struck deep within him.

Willing to give her life to save him.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes,” Paige replied firmly.

“Then what more proof do you need? You’re already in love,” Enrico said, resuming his kisses on her earlobe.