The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

After Jaden returned with the ingredients, Paige spent the better part of the day in the kitchen. Following an online recipe, she made a pigeon soup and a bowl of lean meat porridge. She brought the food into the room, where Jaden was reporting to Enrico. Enrico smoothly transitioned from berating his subordinates to a frail patient.

Jaden calmly said, “Miss, I’ll step out. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Alright,” Paige nodded. She placed the tray to the side and softly said to the weak-looking Enrico, “Get up and have some soup.”

“I can’t get up,” Enrico replied, arm resting on his forehead, sounding even weaker than before.

“I’ll help you,” Paige offered, carefully supporting his shoulder without touching his wound.

Enrico tried to use her for leverage to sit up but suddenly fell back onto the bed, causing Paige to fall on top of him. Her hair brushed against his face, and her lips grazed his.

Enrico’s eyes darkened. Paige, concerned for his wound, asked, “Are you okay?”

Enrico’s eyes were deep and captivating. Suddenly, he pulled her closer and kissed her lips passionately. Paige, momentarily stunned, wanted to pull away but stopped, worried about his injury. He kissed her fiercely, making her feel numb.

She lay on top of him, her fingers digging into the soft blanket. His gaze was full of unchecked desire, and his heavy breathing made her heart race. His hand caressed her back through her clothes, inching lower. Paige shivered and quickly pulled away, saying, “The soup’s getting cold.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Enrico said, leaning in for another kiss.

“The doctor said you shouldn’t do any strenuous activities,” Paige said, pushing away to maintain some distance.

Enrico raised an eyebrow, “But you can.”

Paige stared at him in disbelief. Enrico’s gaze was intense and alluring. He bit her collar, showing no signs of stopping.

Paige resisted the urge to shove his head into the pillow and said, “I spent a long time making the soup and porridge. Can you eat first?”

Is she so eager to show off her talents?

Enrico finally agreed with a mischievous smile, “Fine, let’s have the soup first.”

Paige carefully helped him sit up and handed him the spoon. “I’ve heard pigeon soup can help with wound healing.”

Is he really going to drink it on his own? Heartless. Enrico quietly took the spoon from her hand.

“Ugh-” He hissed as the spoon fell into the soup, his face contorting in pain. “I can’t hold it.”

But he seemed strong enough when he was being mischievous earlier.

Paige stared at him for two seconds, wondering if he was faking it. Even if he was, he got injured protecting her. With that thought, Paige picked up the spoon and said, “I’ll feed you.”

“Emm,” Enrico agreed.

Paige fed him a spoonful of soup, as the warm soup entered his mouth, Enrico’s expression changed. He sneered, “I thought you were good at everything, but it seems cooking isn’t one of your talents.”

The taste of the soup was hard to describe.

Paige felt a bit embarrassed, “Is it that bad?”

“It’s bad,” Enrico admitted bluntly. “I’ve noticed you have a low taste in food, always preferring overly sweet things.”

Hearing this, Paige lowered her eyes, looking at the soup. It did look unappetizing.

He wasn’t wrong.

“When I was a child, the Clarkes gave all the good food to Molly. She’d often ask me if I knew how good and sweet it was,” Paige shrugged, speaking in a detached tone. “Later, when I ended up in the slums, it was hard enough to find enough food to eat, let alone explore culinary delights. So, I developed a poor taste in food; as long as it was sweet, it was enough.”

“…” Enrico leaned lazily against the bed, his deep eyes locked on her as she shared her experiences. He pressed his lips together and said in a low voice, “If you stay with me, I’ll make sure you taste all the world’s delicacies.”

She knew he could fulfill that promise.

Paige smiled faintly, “I’ll ask Jaden to have someone make another one.”

As she was about to stand up, her wrist was immediately caught by Enrico’s long, elegant fingers.

“Did I say I didn’t want it?” Paige looked at him in confusion. If it tastes bad, why drink it?

“I want it,” Enrico insisted. “Feed me; I’m starving.”

“…”

Stubborn man.

Paige reluctantly picked up the spoon and fed him again. Maybe he was really hungry, because in the end, Enrico finished all the soup and porridge.

After eating, Paige gave Enrico the medicine Dr. Farrar had left. Although Enrico’s injury was on his back, he acted as if his arms were broken, using his tongue to pick up the pills from her palm and swallowing them with the water she offered.

Under the influence of the medicine, Enrico finally fell asleep. Paige sat nearby, brushing his hair back and feeling his forehead. His temperature was normal; no fever. That was a relief.

After making sure he was covered up, Paige sat on the sofa and took out her phone. She had two phones, one for contacting Enrico and the other for personal use. The Peak Club group chat was full of unread messages. Too lazy to scroll through them all, Paige only looked at the most recent ones.

Nick: “I’ve pressured the science museum to show me the surveillance footage. I’ll get news about Paige later. If not, I’ll blow up the museum with the boys.”

Carrie: “I’m at the police station entrance. Today, I’m determined to make them file a case.”

Rey: “I’m so worried. We’ll be there tonight. You must find Paige.”

Paige, who had set her phone to silent to avoid disturbing Enrico’s recovery, only now realized that the Peak Club members thought she had gone missing. She scrolled back through the messages and found that all the hundreds of messages were full of concern for her safety. Paige quickly reassured them.

Paige: “I had a personal matter to attend to and left early. Sorry, I forgot to tell you.”

Carrie: “!!!”

Nick: “!!!”

Rey: “!!!”

Their responses were impressively synchronized.

Carrie: “Can you send a selfie? I need to confirm you’re really safe.”

Carrie had transformed from an ice queen to a busybody.

Paige glanced at the sleeping Enrico, turned off her phone’s flash, and took a selfie in the dimly lit room. The photo wasn’t particularly flattering, but…

Rey: “Ah, another day of being enchanted by Paige’s beauty. She’s the woman I don’t deserve!”

Paige: “…”

Carrie: “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Nick: “Paige, where did you go? Let’s celebrate tonight. We’re famous now.”

Seeing Nick’s message, Paige unconsciously glanced at the man on the bed before typing on her phone.

Paige: “I can’t make it tonight. You guys can celebrate. The competition is over, so no one will bother you anymore. But remember, don’t get complacent; the Peak Club’s journey has just begun.”NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

After a brief silence, the group responded in unison.

Carrie: “Got it.”

Rey: “Got it.”

Just then, a private message from Nick popped up-

Nick: “Paige, are you off hiring male models again? You’re still young, but take care of your health.”

“…”

Does Nick ever think of anything else?

Paige simply sent a “Get lost” before closing the chat. She noticed several missed calls, all from Kevin, who was far away at the border. He had probably seen the news about the Peak Club’s victories and wanted to congratulate her. Paige left the room and called Kevin.

The call connected quickly. Kevin’s voice was excited, “I knew it! I knew you could do anything!”

“Thank you,” Paige smiled. She looked out at the blue sky; she was getting closer to that sky.

Kevin sighed, “It’s a shame we can’t contact the people from Wind Island. They’d be so proud of everything you’ve done.”

Paige silently gazed at the blue sky, wondering if Wind Island had such good weather today.

“I saw the news. Enrico was at the competition too,” Kevin said, sounding concerned. “What does he think about all this? He’s a powerful tycoon; if you go too far, will he come after you…”

“He saved me today,” Paige said, her tone complicated.

“What?”

Kevin was stunned.

“He took an arrow for me today. He’s still bedridden,” Paige continued, surprised that Enrico would go to such lengths for her.

“Are you okay?” Kevin asked.

“I’m fine.”

“You…” Kevin hesitated for a moment before asking, “Have you fallen for him?”