The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Seeing this, Paige suddenly felt something was wrong, and a sense of panic washed over her.

She stood up as Enrico sat there, watching him lick his molars while smiling, then suddenly slammed his hand down on the wine glass, shattering it on the table.

*Crash.*

A crisp sound echoed.

The wine glass shattered under his palm, and the wine mixed with blood began to flow beneath his hand, dripping from the edge of the table like molten candle wax, strikingly vivid.

Paige stood there, her heart tightening.

Enrico raised his eyes to look at her, still smiling, but his tone was full of irony. “Paige, I finally understand today. You might know how to like someone, but you don’t like me enough.”

If she liked him enough, how could she not see that if it weren’t for his illness, he would never let her go!

If she liked him enough, how could she not see that he doesn’t care about the corporation or his wealth at all!

She’s always… too rational.

He laughed as he looked at her, and suddenly, a tear slid down his cheek.

It was pitiful.

Enrico couldn’t allow himself to be this pitiful, so he quickly raised his hand, using his thumb to wipe away the tear, only to leave a streak of blood under his eye-a sight both haunting and captivating.

“Enrico…” Seeing him like this, Paige realized she had said something wrong. She hurried around the table to his side, accidentally hitting the remote on the table, turning on the lights.

The dining room was instantly bright as day. She stood before him, lowered herself to a crouch, and looked up at him. “Enrico, that’s not what I meant at all. You don’t want me to get surgery, and I don’t want you to take risks, so leaving The Capital really is the best option. But I will come back for you.”

Enrico kept smiling, slowly lifting his hand to cup her chin, his tear-filled eyes staring at her. The curve of his lips deepened, but his words were filled with bitterness.

“Paige, why can’t I let this go?” He wasn’t asking her; he was asking himself.

He didn’t know how to love someone, but he had carved her into his very bones.

Come back for him?

By the time she returned, he wouldn’t even know if he was still a sane man.

This version of Enrico frightened Paige, and it unsettled her.

She suddenly realized that no explanation would work, so she reached out and cupped his face in her hands, her fingers gently wiping away the blood, trying to soothe him like a child in distress. “Then I won’t go, okay? I’ll stay with you. Don’t be like this…”

Her voice trembled.

She had never seen him like this before, and she started to wonder just how many mistakes she had made, if every word she had spoken from the moment she sat down had been wrong.

“Would we die together if we lose?” Enrico asked her.

“Yes.” Paige nodded without hesitation, continuing to gently stroke his face.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Enrico looked into her eyes, seeing the determination there. She truly wanted to leave, but she was also sincere about staying with him until the end. He lowered his head, resting his face in her palms.

Her hands were soft, soft enough to ease the hatred that had been gnawing at him.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to look into hers, and said in a low voice, “Then leave.”

“Enrico.” Paige frowned. “I want your honest decision. I’m not pressuring you. Whatever decision you make is okay.”

She couldn’t read his mind, and his silence left her confused.

“I want you to leave,” Enrico said in a deep voice, his hand hanging at his side, already a mess of blood and flesh, with fresh blood dripping onto the floor.

He didn’t feel any pain, only the warmth of her hands against his skin. “I’m not willing to take a step that might lead to loss. If you leave, you can continue rebuilding the slum, and I won’t be forced to risk everything, allowing me to keep Jeremy in check.”

“Then look me in the eye, Enrico,” Paige said.

Enrico refused to open his eyes.

“Enrico,” Paige insisted. “Look me in the eye and tell me your decision. I don’t want you to regret it one day.”

Regret? No, there would be no regret.

If he turned into a madman, there was no way he could keep her by his side. If that day came, he might end up being the one to kill her first.

Enrico slowly opened his eyes, now laced with bloodshot veins, and looked at her. He spoke each word with deliberation. “Paige, I want you to leave.”

Paige stared deeply into his eyes, seeing that there was indeed no regret there.

It seemed this really was his only answer. A moment ago, it was just reluctance.

He was used to keeping what he wanted in the palm of his hand, but her leaving didn’t necessarily mean she was out of his grasp.

With that thought, Paige cupped his chiseled face and gently stroked it. “Enrico, listen to me. Leaving is only temporary; it doesn’t mean we’re separated forever. You know what a long-distance relationship is, right? We can video call, we can talk on the phone.”

“…”

“And right now, I’m too weak. I only cause you trouble and can never truly stand by your side.”

Paige looked into his eyes and said earnestly, “Give me some time, and when I’ve grown stronger, I’ll come back for you. By then, no one will be able to make me leave, not even you.”

“…”

Enrico stared at her without saying a word, while blood continued to drip from his hand onto the ground.

Kevin was right-only by fulfilling her ambitions could she become her true self, capable of loving him wholeheartedly. She thought so too.

But they all forgot one thing: he might not be able to wait for that day.

“Enrico, say something…” She called to him softly, his silence making her worry that she had made another mistake.

In a raspy voice, he squeezed her chin, “Don’t even think about falling for another man.”

Paige couldn’t help but smile. “I won’t. I’m into looks, and finding someone in the whole of A country who’s better looking than you would be nearly impossible.”

Was that really what he was worried about?

She reassured him, and Enrico was barely comforted, nodding slightly. “Then let’s eat.”

“First, we bandage you up,” Paige said, looking at his bleeding hand. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

He was already covered in scars, yet he insisted on adding more injuries.

This man…

If they really were in a long-distance relationship, Paige thought she’d have to call him constantly, reminding him to take care of himself. He really didn’t care about his own body.

…

After dinner, the two didn’t rest. Enrico took her to the stage for the death performance.

In the dead of night, the streets were completely silent.

Enrico got out of the car, holding her hand, and led her up the nearby slope. At the top, they could see the surrounding roads. “Tomorrow, after I hand you over to Rafael, you’ll grab a gun and hijack a car to escape. Follow this road. Do you see that over there?”

Paige followed the direction he pointed in. Far off, she could barely make out a few workers with lamps, working by the roadside near the slope.

“You need to crash the car accurately into that embankment. The car will catch fire, and the moment it does, you’ll trigger the mechanism, drop through the bottom of the car, and escape into the underground passage.”