The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“I just want to spoil you like a child.”

As Enrico spoke, he effortlessly lifted Paige into his arms and placed her on a white unicorn carousel. He activated the switch, and the carousel began to spin, while he stood by her side.

Delicate snowflakes started falling from above, creating a beautiful and romantic atmosphere.

Paige raised her hand, catching some snow in her palm, only to realize it was fake.

Her gaze dimmed slightly. Enrico, standing beside her with his head resting against a pole, looked at her with deep affection. “Tell me, what else would you like here? Whatever you ask for, I can build it for you.”

“I really don’t need anything,” Paige replied, trying to dissuade him from continuing with this idea.

“You love painting. How about I build you a greenhouse filled with flowers and plants for you to paint?” Enrico suggested, full of enthusiasm.

“…”

Paige fell silent, sitting on the unicorn while Enrico continued to excitedly describe his plans.

He went on and on, even proposing to build a racetrack nearby so they could race together.

As he spoke more and more, Paige found it increasingly difficult to maintain her composure. Her hand, resting on the pole, suddenly tightened its grip as she spoke in a detached tone, “Stop.”

“Hmm?” Enrico finally noticed that something was off with her expression.

“I said stop. I’m feeling a bit dizzy.”

The carousel came to a halt, and the fake snow stopped falling as well.

Paige got down from the unicorn, instinctively pressing on the wound on her shoulder that was still healing. She looked up at the man in front of her. “Enrico, ever since I decided to live like a dead person, I knew exactly what kind of life I would lead. I willingly gave up my freedom. You don’t need to compensate me for it.”

Her voice was gentle, without any hint of aggression.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Compensation.”

Enrico’s face showed a flash of embarrassment, clearly struck by her words.

“The more you do this, the more I’ll be bothered by it. What’s the point?”

She had already prepared herself mentally for everything. She would rather face the harsh reality than live in a world of false freedom.

After saying this, Paige turned and walked away.

Enrico remained standing in front of the carousel, watching her figure grow smaller and smaller in the distance. His expression darkened, and a heavy feeling settled in his chest.

…

Back at the villa, Paige looked at the half-finished painting on her easel but found herself lacking the motivation to continue. She decided to put the easel away.

She walked into the kitchen, where Olivia was preparing dinner. Seeing Paige enter, Olivia looked surprised. “Miss, weren’t you with the young master?”

“I came to see if there’s anything I can help with,” Paige replied calmly.

As Paige approached, Olivia hurriedly said, “Oh no, there’s nothing you need to help with. You’re injured; why are you even in the kitchen? Go and rest.”

“I’m bored,” Paige said.

Olivia glanced at her, thinking that anyone would be bored out of their mind being stuck in the same place all the time, unable to leave. So she said, “Alright, you can keep an eye on the oven for me. When the cream puffs are done baking, you can help me fill them with ice cream or cream-whichever you prefer.”

“Sure.”

Paige walked over to the oven. The cream puffs inside were turning a lovely golden brown, filling the kitchen with a tempting aroma.

She prepared the ice cream and cream, placing them into piping bags. Just as she finished, the cream puffs were ready.

Olivia, wearing gloves, took out a tray of fragrant cream puffs and placed it in front of Paige, instructing, “Let them cool a bit before filling them.”

“Okay.”

After waiting for a while, Paige decided the puffs had cooled enough and began piping cream into them. It was a simple task that required little thought.

As Paige repeated the same actions, her mind started to wander.

Had she been too harsh with Enrico earlier? He had only meant well.

Sigh.

Dating was more complicated than she had anticipated. She was already worrying about whether she had done something wrong or said something she shouldn’t have.

Paige sighed inwardly. She had filled half of the puffs with cream and was about to switch to ice cream when suddenly she heard a “click.”

In an instant, all the curtains in the large kitchen closed, plunging the room into darkness.

“Olivia?” Paige called out, only to realize that the sound of running water, which had been constant from where Olivia was washing vegetables, had stopped. It seemed Olivia was no longer in the kitchen.

Paige set down the piping bag and moved to pull back the curtains, but she was suddenly grabbed by the waist and pulled into a firm embrace. The familiar scent of the man enveloped her.

It was Enrico.

Paige pursed her lips, but before she could say anything, she was lifted and placed on the marble countertop, right next to the tray of cream puffs.

What was he up to?

Paige was confused, not yet accustomed to the sudden darkness when she heard the sound of a match being struck.

The faint light of a match flickered in front of her.

The blackened head of the match danced with a flame, its blue core swaying, casting an elusive glow over Enrico’s deep-set features.

Enrico stood before her, leaning slightly, his face made even more striking by the firelight. His long lashes cast shadows over his eyes, which held a mix of seduction and tenderness…

The flame reached his fingertips, and he casually dropped the match between them.

Another “shh” sound echoed.

Enrico held a matchbox in one hand, striking another match with a graceful motion that made the muscles in his arm flex slightly.

He smoothly transferred the match to his left hand, the rising smoke curling around his narrow eyes.

In the dark, even the faintest light was full of intimacy.

Paige, sitting on the marble countertop, looked at him. “What are you doing?”

She had a guess.

“Trying to make you smile,” Enrico said in his deep, magnetic voice.

As expected.

Who else but Enrico would think of using matches to cheer someone up?

Paige watched the flame in his hand. The match was about to burn out, and Enrico looked at her, “Let me show you something else.”

He pushed open the matchbox with one hand, pulled out a long match, and held it between his teeth, biting it between his white teeth.

Enrico then slid the matchbox over his lips with a lazy movement, igniting the match in front of his face. The firelight created a hazy glow around his eyes, which he directed at her with a slight, alluring smirk.

Paige found herself struggling to breathe as she stared into his eyes.

With a flick of his tongue, the match moved from the center of his lips to the corner of his mouth. The flame danced at an angle, making him look both handsome and mischievous, clearly trying to tempt her.

As the match burned shorter, and he showed no intention of removing it, Paige quickly reached out, snatched the burning match from his lips, and tossed it aside. “Stop playing around.”

The moment she finished speaking, Enrico suddenly leaned down, burying his face in her neck, taking a deep breath. “Paige, stop being angry, okay? Hmm?”

His deep voice sounded both humble and pitiful.

Paige sat there, just about to say something, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. She was almost overwhelmed by his presence, losing herself entirely in his embrace.