The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige’s eyes grew even more misty as she watched.

Jaden, seeing this, hurriedly wiped Enrico’s mouth. When Enrico tried to bite him, Jaden quickly dodged and immediately turned to Paige, kneeling on one knee.

Paige was stunned.

“Miss, please step outside. I will feed the boss,” Jaden said, still kneeling.

Paige silently watched him without moving.

Holding the utensils in his trembling hands, Jaden’s eyes were bloodshot as he bit his lip and pleaded, “Please, leave the boss some last dignity and respect.”

His tone was imploring.

He was a man too, and no man would want to appear so helpless, unable even to feed himself, in front of the woman he loves. If the boss had a chance to regain consciousness…

Paige sat there listening, then raised her hand to stop Dr. Clinton from continuing the bandaging. She simply wrapped the gauze around her arm, stood up, and left without saying a word, not even glancing at Enrico.

Paige sat on the swing outside, looking down at her bandaged arm. The wound still throbbed with pain.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Miss, have you ever thought that the deep, painful longing in the dead of night… is itself a kind of stimulation?”

Without any external triggers, just the overwhelming longing could plunge someone into the inferno of a burning hell. The night of his relapse must have been unbearable.

As Angie walked out, she saw Paige. Angie, a member of Temple in Heaven and a survivor from Wind Island, had remained fiercely loyal to Paige over the years.

“Miss, are you alright?” Angie asked as she approached, noticing Paige’s unwell appearance.

To Angie, Paige was her reason for living. She had always seen Paige as composed and strategic, never like this, so desolate.

Paige sat there, not looking up at Angie, but staring at her arm. “Angie, how painful and heavy can longing be, to drive a person mad?”

Angie knew she was talking about Mr. Gustin inside, but having never witnessed it firsthand, she couldn’t say.

“It was my fault,” Paige murmured. “If I hadn’t left, maybe he wouldn’t have relapsed.”

“Mr. Gustin inside is just sick; it has nothing to do with you,” Angie tried to comfort her, unsure of what to say.

“I know whether it’s related or not.”

Paige didn’t allow herself to wallow in sadness for long. She pulled down her sleeve, knowing she had more important things to do now. She looked up at Angie, her tone returning to normal. “Prepare the herbal medicine I need. Enrico will have to take it for a long time, without interruption.”

“Yes.” Angie knew Paige was preparing to treat Mr. Gustin, so she nodded in agreement.

The next day, Paige saw Enrico again after Dr. Clinton agreed to let her try an unconventional method. Dr. Clinton couldn’t see much overlap between this method and medicine, but agreed because it was better than letting Enrico continue like this.

Paige climbed the steps and pushed open the door.

Enrico sat in a chair at the center, his hands and feet bound, unable to move. His clothes had been changed to a dark color, making him look cold. His eyes were closed, as if resting, not like the noisy patients in a mental hospital. This Enrico didn’t seem sick at all.

Paige walked to him, sat cross-legged on the floor, and placed two small cages with golden bees on the ground.

The sound was faint.

Enrico suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, staring down at her. He began to struggle violently, his hands on the armrests twitching as the veins on the backs of his hands bulged.

“Calm down, don’t be afraid,” Paige smiled faintly, resting her chin on his leg and gazing at him gently.

Enrico struggled more violently, the bloodthirsty killing intent in his eyes growing stronger.

She reached out to touch his jawline. Enrico, like a beast with a keen sense of smell, immediately bit down on the base of her thumb, fiercely and madly.

Blood seeped from his thin lips, slowly trickling down. Like a vampire, his lips looked exceptionally enchanting.

Despite the pain, Paige didn’t withdraw her trembling hand. Her fingers gently stroked him, her smile lingering on her lips. “I know these three years have been hard for you. Trust me, I’ll make you well again.”

Enrico, eager to bite off a piece of her flesh, glared at her pale face as his long lashes trembled under her gentle caress.

She smiled, but her eyes were misty.

He slowly loosened his teeth, greedily licking the blood from his lips, even swallowing it absurdly.

Paige looked at the deep bite mark on the base of her thumb, as deep as a knife wound, and couldn’t help but laugh, tears falling as she lifted her hand to show him. “See, you still can’t bear to hurt me.”

Enrico just stared at her, the scent of blood rekindling the predatory light in his eyes as he lowered his head to bite her again.

This time, Paige didn’t let him succeed. She picked up one of the small transparent cages. “I can’t let you bite me again. I need to cast a spell on you.”

The word “spell” sounded a bit alarming.

She looked at him. “Are you scared? Are you afraid I’ll cast a love spell on you, so you’ll never be able to leave me?”

Enrico licked his lips and looked at her, his whole body radiating a murderous aura.

“Don’t worry, this is a healing spell. It won’t harm your body, and it’s not made from poison.”

Paige spoke as she put down the small cage, pulled out a small knife, and opened it.

She slowly rolled up his sleeve and used the knife to cut a wound on his arm, from which blood seeped out.

Feeling the pain, Enrico became agitated again, struggling desperately, his eyes glaring at her with murderous intent.

Paige ignored him, opened the small cage in her hand, and watched as the tiny golden bees, no bigger than grains of rice, fluttered towards Enrico’s wound.

Outside, Jaden paced back and forth, his steps a bit uneasy.

Dr. Clinton, watching him, couldn’t help but whisper, “Jaden, there’s no need for this. If someone didn’t know better, they might think Mr. Gustin was giving birth inside.”

Jaden shot him a glare in return.

Dr. Clinton hunched his shoulders.

The stern-looking Angie stood nearby, her face expressionless.

Jaden walked over, sat beside Dr. Clinton, and asked, “Do you think it’ll work?”

“I don’t know. This unconventional method is too different from orthodox medicine. Honestly, I don’t understand it at all.” Dr. Clinton was also helpless. This area was a blind spot in his knowledge.

“Our miss has important things to do; she has no time to harm your Mr. Gustin,” Angie said coldly.

“I know,” Jaden and Dr. Clinton said in unison.

Seeing that they weren’t doubting Paige, Angie’s expression softened slightly. “There’s no need to worry too much. If this method doesn’t work, we can just remove the golden bees. Nothing serious will happen.”