The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Sure enough, Enrico was standing at the door.

With his hands in his pockets, Enrico slowly walked toward him.

Kevin untied his apron, his gaze unwavering.

Their eyes met.

Tension filled the air.

“You’re leaving in three days, right?”

Enrico slightly raised his chin and spoke first. Three days, he could endure.

“Mr. Gustin hopes I’ll leave?” Kevin smirked, a hint of provocation in his tone. “What if I say no?”

At that moment, Kevin could clearly feel Enrico’s hostility toward him.

He was momentarily stunned.

Could it be that even without his memories, Enrico still felt… No, impossible. That couldn’t be.

But Enrico’s next words confirmed his suspicion.

“Then I’ll make you leave.” Enrico said lightly, as if inviting Kevin out for a meal.

Hearing this, Kevin’s gaze faltered for a moment, but then he smiled again. “Didn’t expect Mr. Gustin, at just nine years old, to already be so skilled in using his influence.”

“I haven’t used it yet, but I can try.” Enrico stared at him.

Kevin chuckled, looking at him as if he were just a child. “Kids shouldn’t easily play grown-up games they don’t understand.”

His words carried a double meaning, both about power and emotions.

This condescending look displeased Enrico. He clenched his fists, coldly staring at the man before him. After a long silence, he tore off Kevin’s metaphorical mask. “You have feelings for Paige.”

Kevin was taken aback, surprised as he looked at Enrico. “You can tell?”

He had thought he hid it well.

Of course.

Enrico had seen plenty of beginner videos. How could he not notice?

Seeing that Kevin didn’t deny it, Enrico’s gaze grew even colder.

Kevin didn’t bother with more words, casually touching his leg. “Since you’ve figured it out, I won’t hide it. I didn’t think about these things before because I knew I wasn’t worthy.”

Enrico’s eyes fell on Kevin’s leg, but he didn’t see anything unusual.

“Prosthetic.”

Kevin confessed openly, then continued, “But seeing you like this now, I’ve changed my mind. If even you can have a chance, why shouldn’t I give it a shot?”

This statement was a direct declaration of war.

“What’s wrong with someone like me?” Enrico retorted.

“You…”

Kevin was about to say more when Paige, returning from her morning run, entered with a smile. “I smelled that familiar aroma and knew you were cooking again… Enrico? You’re up already?”

Paige walked in, removing her earbuds, looking surprised to see Enrico in the kitchen.

Enrico glanced at her athletic wear, his expression darkening. “You didn’t wait for me on your morning run?”

Ever since Kevin arrived, she hadn’t waited for him?

“I saw you didn’t sleep well last night, so I thought I’d let you rest longer. Didn’t expect you to wake up so early,” Paige explained.

“Well, let’s have breakfast first.” Kevin’s tone softened noticeably when he saw Paige, picking up two plates. “Your favorite, seven-minute soft-boiled eggs.”

“Thanks…”

Paige was about to express her gratitude when she realized Kevin had only prepared two plates. There weren’t any more on the counter. She gave Kevin a questioning look.

Kevin calmly responded, “Mr. Gustin said he doesn’t like my cooking. You can make him something later. We’ll go ahead and…”

Before he could finish, both plates were snatched away.

Enrico grabbed the plates and tossed them, food and all, into the trash can.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“…”

Paige was stunned, her lips slightly parted.

“What are you doing?” Kevin was also taken aback, looking at him in disbelief.

Enrico stood there, unruffled. “I don’t like it.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just-”

“Paige says whatever I like to eat, she’ll give me. By the same logic, if I don’t like it, I won’t eat it. If I don’t like what she’s eating, she won’t eat it either.” Enrico said as he looked at Paige. “Isn’t that right?”

How could she disagree with such reasoning?

Paige glanced at the golden eggs in the trash, then at Kevin’s darkening face. She silently stepped forward, pulling Enrico behind her, giving Kevin an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I just wanted him to be comfortable. I didn’t expect this. I’ll handle breakfast.”

“…”

Kevin, seeing her protect Enrico like this, swallowed his frustration. He glanced up and saw Enrico standing behind Paige, smirking provocatively at him.

Kevin couldn’t believe it.

Was this kid really only nine years old?

What nine-year-old would be this sly?

In the end, Kevin wouldn’t let Paige, who was still recovering, cook. The chef stepped in and prepared a full breakfast for the three of them.

As they sat at the table, Paige spread jam on toast for Enrico, opened a bottle of yogurt for him, and placed it in front of him. Enrico naturally accepted it, taking a bite and glancing at Kevin, his satisfaction clear.

“…”

Kevin sat there, watching as Paige, who hadn’t eaten a thing herself, had already prepared a whole pile of food for Enrico.

And Enrico didn’t refuse any of it. Clearly, this was not a one-time occurrence.

Kevin’s heart ached, sour with jealousy. He picked up a hard-boiled egg, cracked it on the table, and peeled it before placing it on Paige’s plate.

Enrico, biting into his toast, narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to throw it away again, Kevin said, “Raising a son isn’t about spoiling him. Doesn’t she need to eat, too?”

“…”

Enrico froze.

“I’m happy to do it,” Paige said lightly, smiling as she spread more jam on another slice of toast for Enrico.

“You’re happy to do a lot, aren’t you? Weren’t you so happy once that you took down my family’s heirloom plaque?” Kevin joked, pouring hot milk into Paige’s cup.

“That’s because you refused to see the doctor. I had to force you,” Paige chuckled, recalling their time at the southern border.

Once they had arrived, she had realized Kevin wouldn’t even get a routine checkup, refusing treatment for his leg despite the swelling and pain from his prosthetic.

“You really made a name for yourself with that. Everyone in my family knew I had to listen to you after that.” Kevin shrugged with a smile.

“I never intended to control you,” Paige replied, looking over at Enrico, who had stopped eating. “What’s wrong? Lost your appetite? Want something else?”

“Here, you eat it.”

Enrico pushed his toast toward her. Kevin glanced at it and commented, “She doesn’t like strawberry jam. She prefers blueberry. Looks like Mr. Gustin’s memory loss left him clueless.”

“…”

Enrico stiffened even more.