The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

She always thought she was doing the right thing, but for Enrico, who had no memories, she was no longer someone necessary to his feelings.

“Enrico.”

Paige looked up at him, gazing intently. “Have you decided what kind of person you want to be?”

Enrico lowered his long lashes. “I’m not telling you.”

“Do you not want to talk to me at all now?” Paige asked quietly, her tone filled with a harsh bitterness.

“What’s the point of talking? You still say one thing and do another.”

As Enrico spoke, he turned over and lay down beside her, his head neither too close nor too far from hers, lying horizontally on the bed.

“When have I ever said one thing and done another?” Paige felt the accusation was entirely baseless.

“It’s just different.”

Enrico lay there, staring into the darkness of the bedroom, a breath stuck in his chest, neither going up nor down.

Paige, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed, was getting tired. She didn’t press further, just listening to the sound of his breathing in silence…

Not hearing her response, Enrico grew more irritated. She clearly didn’t care about him at all.

He turned on his side, glaring at her. “You said you’d take care of me. I thought you’d be sincere, but you’re just taking care of everyone else too. I don’t want this kind of divided care! I…”

He vented his frustration in one breath, but before he could finish, he saw Paige’s closed eyes in the darkness.

Was she asleep?

Enrico grew even more agitated, lying flat on the bed and kicking the blanket onto the floor.

After a while, he turned to look at her again. Even in the dim light, he could clearly see her pale face and exhaustion. Even in her sleep, her brows were slightly furrowed.

Serves her right.

That’s what she gets for trying to take care of so many people!

Enrico got off the bed, moving quietly. He stopped by her side, bent down, and scooped her up from the floor.

She looks so tough, but she’s so light.

“Mm…”

Paige furrowed her brows even more, opening her eyes slightly in displeasure. When she saw him, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, then she closed them again, resting her head a bit closer to his chest.

Enrico felt a strange tickle in his throat from this almost dependent gesture. He swallowed hard, gently laying her down on his bed.

His movements were extremely light.

Paige lay there obediently. Enrico leaned down beside her, just watching her.

As he watched, images from the beginner, intermediate, and advanced videos he had seen swirled in his mind.

He stared at her lips.

Her mouth was well-shaped, small and very pale. She kept her lips pressed together, with no curve at the corners.

After a long time, Enrico reached out and gently touched her lips-they were even softer than he had imagined.

Slowly, he leaned in and, almost by instinct, kissed her lips.

So soft, it was unbelievable.

His heart pounded like thunder.

Lying in bed, Paige seemed to sense something. She furrowed her brows, about to open her eyes. Enrico, as if struck by lightning, pulled away, not daring to look at her lips again.

“…”

He sat on the floor, back to her, trying hard to steady his breathing.

His body was drenched in sweat.

His throat was unbearably dry, as if he hadn’t had water for months.

Pulling at his collar, Enrico muttered to himself, “Paige, since you apologized to me, I’ll forgive you this time. But from now on, you’re only allowed to take care of me, no one else.”

Yeah, this kiss… I’ll take it as her apology.

…

Enrico didn’t sleep at all that night. Only when he noticed signs that Paige was waking did he hurriedly climb into bed and pretend to sleep.

Soon, he felt Paige get out of bed and leave the room.

He couldn’t sleep anymore either, so he got up.

After a sleepless night, the dark circles under Enrico’s eyes had deepened. He washed up casually and went downstairs, intending to join Paige for a morning run.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, a man’s voice came from the kitchen.

“Take all these spices down and put them away. Paige needs to avoid spicy and strong seasonings until her wound heals. A little salt will do.”

Hearing this voice, Enrico’s face instantly turned cold.

It was the man who had suddenly arrived last night and brushed him aside. Enrico glanced down at his hand, hating for the first time that he had lost his memory. Jaden had said he was skilled in martial arts-if he hadn’t lost his memory, there’s no way this Kevin would be here now.

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Frowning, Enrico watched as Angie came out carrying several jars of seasoning, and a maid stretched her neck, trying to peer into the kitchen. Seeing Angie, the maid whispered, “Mr. Kevin is cooking for Miss Paige again?”

“Yes.” Angie replied.

“Mr. Kevin is so good to Miss Paige. I always thought they were a couple, but when we got to The Capital, I found out they weren’t. As a CP fan, my heart is so disappointed.” The maid sighed.

“Shut your mouth. If Miss hears this, you’ll be in for extra training,” Angie scolded, handing the seasonings to the maid to put away.

The maid shrugged and ran off. As Angie turned to head back, she was met with Enrico’s icy expression.

“…”

Angie’s heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head and tried to walk past, but Enrico stopped her.

“What do you mean by ‘thought they were a couple’?”

His tone was colder than the frost in the fridge.

Angie lowered her head, replying stiffly, “Mr. Gustin, I never talk about Miss’s private matters.”

But Enrico was sharper than she expected. He eyed her, his gaze cold and piercing. “Do all of you think they’re a couple?”

“…”

Angie didn’t know how to respond. After thinking for a moment, she said, “Mr. Kevin has been with Miss for the past three years. He helped her build the Temple in Heaven, trained her subordinates, and sometimes personally handled Miss’s meals. Mr. Kevin is a very important friend to Miss.”

How long had he been with her?

Enrico’s expression darkened. “What do they do together?”

“They discuss matters, talk about the slums and The Capital, and sometimes they go ice skating or hiking together,” Angie answered.

Ice skating, hiking.

Enrico’s hand clenched by his side. “Which is more powerful-the Lautners family or the Gustin Group?”

Standing there, Angie could clearly feel Enrico’s displeasure. Paige valued him most, so she had to be respectful and careful. “That depends on where. In the southern borders, Mr. Kevin has absolute authority, but in The Capital, the Gustin Group holds more power.”

Hearing this, Enrico asked no more and headed straight to the kitchen.

In the large kitchen, Kevin was busy wearing a shirt, trousers, and an apron, skillfully flipping a pan.

Hearing movement, Kevin thought it was Angie returning and said, “Go tell Paige that breakfast is ready. She’s injured, so she can cut down on her morning run.”

There was no response.

Sensing something was off, Kevin’s eyes narrowed as he plated the eggs from the pan and then turned around.