The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Angie was completely stunned, speechless.

When had Paige ever cried?

Paige stood up from the ground and turned to look at the restaurant door not far away. She closed her eyes, trying hard to suppress her emotions, and spoke as if nothing had happened, “What’s up?”

After she asked, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

A moment later, Enrico’s voice came through, calm and indifferent, “If I asked you to kill Jeremy and Leah for me, would you do it?”

The question seemed random, but Paige knew exactly what it meant, having witnessed everything.

In that instant, she almost blurted out, “Yes, why not? If you want it, I’ll do it.”

But in the end, she couldn’t say it.

“No.” Just like Rachel had said, if she had intended to do it, she would have done it long ago. She hadn’t done it before, and she wouldn’t do it now or ever.

“Why?” Enrico asked, his deep voice revealing no emotion.

“Some burdens, even if they cling to you for a lifetime, can only be untangled by yourself. No one else can help.”

Paige stood in front of the car and said calmly, but her eyes were full of fear.

She thought, every word she spoke was pushing him further away.

She no longer knew what she was doing…

As expected, after she finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end, so long that Paige thought Enrico had hung up the restaurant phone. Then, his voice echoed in her ear, “Paige, I really hate you.”

“…”

Paige pressed the mute button, tears slipping down her face, salty and bitter on her lips.

She struggled to control herself, desperately holding back. After a while, she turned off the mute, took a deep breath, and said, “Enrico, I respect every decision you make. You can walk this path however you want. Don’t worry about right or wrong. Once you’ve made up your mind, it’s the right choice.”

She would never, ever force him, even if the pain left her soul hollow.

Maybe they really weren’t meant to be. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have reached this point.

“Oh,” Enrico responded indifferently.

There was nothing left to say.

Paige stood in front of the car, her vision blurred as she looked at the vintage restaurant facade. Her phone slowly slid from her hand.

“So, are you still outside?” Enrico’s voice startled her so much that she almost dropped her phone.

Her fingers trembled as she gripped the phone tightly, her eyes widening, damp with tears. “What… did you say?”

Clearly, Enrico was a bit exasperated by her shock. “Paige, I lost my memory, not my intelligence.”

He had known from the moment she followed him out of New Rose Estate.

“…”

Paige was speechless.

She sat back in the passenger seat. Enrico came out of the restaurant, sunlight outlining his tall frame, making his shirt look even whiter.

She looked at him, then glanced down at the tablet in her lap. On the screen, Rachel stood by the table, gazing dreamily at the door, still waiting. Paige felt dazed, her mind going blank, unable to process everything.

The car door opened.

Enrico bent down and sat in the driver’s seat. When he glanced up at her, he froze, “Have you been crying?”

He had never seen her cry before.

“…”

Paige stared at him, quickly rubbing her face. “No, it’s just the wind outside.”

“Oh,” Enrico seemed to believe her as he reached for her arm. “Why were you crying?”

“…”

Could they still have a proper conversation?

Paige knew her eyes must be red, so she didn’t bother to hide it. She looked at him and asked what was bothering her, “Why did you come out?”

Enrico sat down and immediately noticed the tablet sitting nearby, where Rachel was still waiting.

Paige, caught in the act, felt embarrassed. “I wasn’t spying on you. I was just worried about your safety.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Enrico just looked at her, not angry, not saying a word. He sat there, leaning slightly against the leather seat, with a slight curve to his back, lost in thought.

Paige endured the prolonged silence until she finally opened her mouth to apologize. “I’m sorry. I called Jaden. He’s coming to pick you up. I’ll head back and won’t follow you…”

“Will you wait for me?” Enrico suddenly interrupted her, staring at the steering wheel, speaking so quickly as if he feared she might hear it too clearly. Yet he spoke with such force that the veins at his temples were visibly pulsing.

“What?” Paige was stunned, her red eyes wide as she looked at him in disbelief.

Enrico suddenly seemed hesitant, unable to meet her gaze. His hands, resting on his lap, clenched tightly as if he had made a monumental decision. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Just this once, I know I’m not the person you should wait for. But whether you believe it or not, I won’t always be like this. One day, I’ll be able to protect you too.”

He didn’t need Kevin’s lectures.

“…”

Paige stared at him, hardly able to believe her ears.

The whole day had felt like an emotional roller coaster-her world spinning, turned upside down, only for everything to suddenly make sense again. “Didn’t you say you hated me?”

At this, Enrico glared at her. “Don’t you hate me? While I was inside, I wasn’t even listening to that woman. My mind was full of…”

But he stopped.

“Full of what?” Paige asked, her eyes still red, urging him to continue.

Full of the cages suspended from the ceiling of New Rose Estate and the box of used syringes.

Full of… you.

No one knew how those images tangled inside him, driving him to the brink of madness.

Enrico glared at her, but the words stuck in his throat, making him even more frustrated. Grinding his teeth, he said, “I called you just now on purpose. I wanted to tell you that your sacrifices aren’t much. There are people willing to kill for me. I don’t even need to think about what you’ve done.”

“Then why didn’t you say it?” Paige stared at him.

Enrico pressed his lips together, as if glued shut. After a long pause, he turned his face away, saying, “I’m not the person you should wait for anymore. I don’t want to disappoint you again.”

“…”

Paige stared at him, stunned. So, he didn’t hate her?

Suddenly, she realized something and laughed at herself.

Fool. She was such a fool.

This wasn’t just a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation; it was a flower blooming in the middle of despair.

She reached out, cupping his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. Despite the awkwardness in his eyes, she said, “You asked me why I cried. I’ll tell you now.”

Hearing this, Enrico’s gaze sharpened, coldness radiating from his eyes. “Who bullied you?”

Paige shook her head with a smile, but her eyes grew redder. “I was afraid you would agree to Rachel’s deal. I was afraid… that you wouldn’t want to see me anymore.”

“…”

“Enrico, I was afraid you didn’t want me anymore.”

“…”

“But I didn’t dare say it. I was afraid you’d see it as a burden.”

She was truly scared.

She didn’t dare demand anything, watching as her safe harbor was slowly dismantled, letting herself sink into the sea.

But now, every word he said was like an invisible arm pulling her from the depths of the ocean.