The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Angie said, “I observed from a distance. Mr. Gustin’s expression remained cold the entire time, and at times he even grabbed Dr. Clinton by the collar, as if he was forcing him to comply with something.”

“…”

“I’m certain they are discussing something serious, and they definitely don’t want us to know-meaning they don’t want you to know.”

Angie continued, her tone filled with concern, “What is Mr. Gustin planning? You’re already busy dealing with the major financial consortium of Country A, and now Mr. Gustin might be stirring up trouble behind your back, distracting you.”

“If he truly wanted to plot something, he’d approach Rafael. Why would he seek out Dr. Clinton?” Paige pondered before saying, “Go get Enrico’s medical report. Let me review it again and see if there’s anything I missed.”

Angie sighed, “Miss, you trust Mr. Gustin so much, but what if he really is…”

“Even if he is plotting something, it won’t affect me. Why are you worrying on my behalf?” Paige glanced at her, her gaze turning cold.

It was clear she was displeased with Angie badmouthing Mr. Gustin.

Angie had no choice but to drop the subject. “I’ll go get the medical report now.”

No wonder Mr. Kevin said that Paige is always extremely rational, except when it comes to Mr. Gustin. In his case, her attitude is completely one-sided, and she refuses to listen to any advice.

To review Enrico’s medical report, Paige even put aside her other work, spending a full three hours in her study.

And still, she found nothing wrong.

She pressed a hand to her chest, genuinely unable to sense any mental issues with Enrico.

So why did he insist on seeking out Dr. Clinton and keeping it a secret from her?

Paige felt like she was starting to take on a motherly mindset-worrying about her child, who, now that he’s older, is beginning to hide things from her. She felt she had to get to the bottom of it.

After spending so much time reviewing the report, Paige felt a bit tired. She massaged her temples, then got up to see what Enrico was doing.

At this time, Enrico should typically be in his room, going over the corporate files Jaden had delivered.

Just as Paige was heading towards the bedroom, she heard the sound of the television from the living room.

She turned her head and saw that the lights in the living room were off, shrouding it in darkness, with only the glow from the TV screen illuminating the figure on the couch.

Enrico was sitting barefoot, curled up in the corner of the sofa, watching TV. His profile was sharp, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he was focused intently on the screen. He wasn’t idle either, holding a bag of chips in one hand and bringing them to his lips with long, elegant fingers.

Paige was a bit surprised. “In the mood to watch TV today?”

Not going over files?

“Ahem.”

Suddenly hearing her voice, Enrico seemed startled, coughing violently and almost spilling the chips everywhere.

Paige quickly walked over, picked up a glass of water from the coffee table, and handed it to him, her voice gentle, “Did I scare you?”

He was so engrossed in the show that he hadn’t even heard her approach.

“No.”

Enrico took the glass and drank a sip. When he looked up and met her clear gaze, Dr. Clinton’s words-“You want to court Miss Paige”-exploded in his mind.

He averted his eyes, “Aren’t you busy? Done for now?”

“Finished for the time being.”

She really couldn’t find anything wrong with his health.

Paige sat down next to him, reached into his chip bag, and took a chip, popping it into her mouth as she turned her attention to the TV.

The TV was playing a drama.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

A man and a woman were talking, going back and forth with an entirely pointless conversation.

The two sat there side by side, Paige mimicking Enrico by taking off her shoes, sinking into the softness of the sofa, gradually relaxing.

“…”

Enrico was watching the TV just fine, but when Paige suddenly sat beside him, he became uncomfortable.

Paige, oblivious, kept taking chips from his bag. Each time she got close, her light fragrance filled his senses, making him tense and his throat unbearably dry, forcing him to keep drinking water.

“Why did you suddenly start watching a drama?” Paige asked, chewing on a chip. Before Enrico could respond, the young woman on the TV suddenly let out a piercing scream, jolting Paige’s nerves.

“This isn’t just about a bag of chips; it’s about whether you love me or not! You even have the housekeeper buy chips-what’s the point of having a boyfriend like you? Tell me, do you have another woman out there?” The young woman on TV shrieked.

The young man in a suit looked innocent, “How did we get to me having another woman? Don’t be unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable! Fine, when you were pursuing me, you called me ‘darling,’ and now you say I’m unreasonable? We’re breaking up! I want to break up!”

“Break up? You make me buy chips at 3 a. m., and when I do, you break up with me? Fine, break up!”

“Waaah, you’re abandoning me over a bag of chips?”

“You said it wasn’t about the chips, and now it’s not about the breakup either? You said it, so we’re breaking up?”

“You’re a scumbag! A jerk! A rogue!”

“…”

Paige sat there, watching the young couple argue for ten minutes straight. She was despairing-chips no longer seemed appealing.

Fortunately, the episode ended then, with the credits rolling.

This show… it’s something.

Paige turned to Enrico, but he was staring at her with a bewildered, contemplative look. Suddenly, he glanced at the bag of chips in his hand, his expression growing more complex.

The next second, Enrico silently set down the chip bag and muttered, “I think I’ll choose option one.”

Dr. Clinton had said this was a beginner-level medical education video. If he understood it, he could rapidly mature emotionally.

Sorry, but he didn’t get it.

The adult world of dating is too messed up.

“What did you say?” Paige didn’t catch it; the TV’s music was too loud.

“Nothing.” Enrico put down his legs, about to put his shoes on and leave, when the TV automatically started the next episode.

Somehow, the couple who had been on the verge of throwing things suddenly embraced and began kissing.

On screen, the man held the woman tightly, lowering his head to kiss her lips. Their noses pressed together as they kissed passionately.

The woman’s hands, which had been pounding on the man’s chest, eventually wrapped around his neck as they shared a deep kiss.

The kiss went on for a long time.

It became more intense, turning into a battle of tongues.

When they finally pulled apart, the woman’s lips were swollen, but her anger was gone. She leaned against the man’s chest, playfully punching him with her fists. “You’re so annoying. I’m warning you, if this happens again, I’ll really leave and never come back.”

The man held her with a look of relief, “I won’t. From now on, I’ll never let the housekeeper buy your chips again.”

“…”

Help.

Paige rubbed her temples. What kind of ridiculous plot is this?