The surveillance camera popped up.
She jumped ahead to the time of the riot and saw herself and Enrico inside.
They were surrounded by a chaotic crowd, and the rioters were inside, reveling and beating people up indiscriminately.
A bullet pierced the rioter’s head.
Paige pressed pause and looked in a certain direction. She saw a somewhat blurry figure in the dense crowd.
She was wearing a camel-colored overcoat and a mask on her face, only exposing her pair of black and white eyes.
She was carrying a suitcase in one hand and a pistol in the other, the muzzle of which was pointed in the direction of the mob.
Blanca.
Paige recognized her at a glance and pressed play.
The image showed Blanca carrying the suitcase, constantly changing position and weaving through the crowd, but always remaining within a short distance of her.
Whenever a mob member got close to her, Blanca shot without hesitation.
Shot after shot.
Mob members fell one after the other.
Eventually, the riot stopped.
Blanca stood in the crowd, her line of sight directed at her and Enrico. After standing for a few seconds, she put the gun away in the case, pulled up her mask, and left the scene without looking back, carrying the case.
Blanca followed her.
“…”
Paige looked at Blanca’s departing back on the monitor. Her fair face showed no expression. After a moment of silence, she turned off the monitor and closed the laptop.
…
Paige and Enrico didn’t waste any more time and checked into the presidential suite of this luxury hotel.
Enrico’s wound had still opened up a little and was oozing blood, due to the non-stop journey from Country D to Country A and the night’s riots.
The lighting in the purely European-style bedroom was a hazy yellow, softly spilling down.
Enrico took off his shirt and sat naked on the edge of the bed. Paige followed Dr. Clinton’s instructions and re-bandaged his shoulder, then took out a triangular bandage and waved it in front of him.
“I don’t need this,” Enrico saw her plan and immediately rejected it.
“It’s not for sleeping, so you can use it tomorrow.” Paige thought about it and decided that she had to immobilize this half of his arm so that the wound would not be easily pulled.
“I don’t need it tomorrow either. Hanging half an arm is so ugly.”
It’s ugly and troublesome.
Enrico’s body was full of rejection.
“But just like today, you’ll easily fall over if you get in a car, and every time you move your arm, it will pull on the wound and open it up. If you don’t fix it properly, how are you going to go to Wind Island with me? Or do you want to stay here and recover?”
Paige said as she studied the triangular bandage.
“…”
Sigh.
Enrico cursed in his heart. He didn’t easily topple over; he deliberately did so on purpose. He had been flirting with her for a long time, and she still thought he toppled over easily.
His deep, dark eyes stared at her, “I don’t want to be tied up.”
“No way,” Paige rejected his rejection decisively.
“I…” Enrico wanted to explain, but he didn’t know where to start, so he could only say, “It’s tied too tightly, and I won’t be able to do anything.”
“You don’t have to do anything. I’ll serve you,”
Paige said without a second thought, compared the triangular scarf, made sure how to use it, and then put it away.
Enrico’s heart fluttered as he looked at her with a meaningful expression, “Oh, I really don’t have to do anything?”
“Yes, I’m declaring that your hands can temporarily resign from their duties. I’ll do the washing, eating, drinking, and dressing,” Paige said.
She really did care for him. The fracture was not like the others, as it was at the shoulder, and every movement of his arm caused the wound to move, making it difficult to heal.
“That’s it?”
Enrico was disappointed, and then grabbed her wrist and brought it in front of him.
Paige leaned down, and he kissed her ear, “So if I want you, can I also have you serve me the whole time?”
He had smoked with Rafael that night, and the faint smell of tobacco wafted over as they spoke.
Rascal.
Paige was at her wit’s end. She moved away from him a little and stared at his extraordinary handsome face. “Mr. Gustin, can you think of anything else? You only have a month to live.”
Since she knew that the slums had the fruit they wanted, she was now much more relaxed about his month-to-live thing.
Enrico squeezed her wrist and thought about it for two seconds. “So, make the most of it?”
“…”
Paige wanted to roll her eyes.
“I got you five Rafael’s white paper autographs with seals, for this alone, you should reward me,” Enrico said with a smile.
Paige froze for a moment, “Rafael’s autograph?”
“Temple in Heaven was first built, the slums were rebuilt, there was so much going on, in the future, whenever the president’s signature is needed and he doesn’t want to do it, you can just print the document.”
“…”
Is this considered an abuse of power?
She said she didn’t like Rafael, and she just wanted him to mock him a little and prick Rafael a little. She never expected him to just go ahead and ask for it.
She could guess how dark Rafael’s face had been when he agreed. “How did you force him to agree?”
Enrico hooked his lips, rubbed his fingertips on her wrist, and said nonchalantly, “Nothing, I just gave him a good suggestion. If he were ambushed at this moment and broke a leg, he could win a lot of sympathy votes.”
“Puff…”
Paige couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re a blatant threat.”
If the president could be so easily assassinated, why would Thomas bother with the riots and other petty actions? The only person who could harm the president would be…
Rafael. He’ll be so angry that he won’t be able to sleep well, right?
“I’m doing this for you,” Enrico said, pulling her down again and tilting his head to kiss her.
Paige didn’t let him have his way, quickly wriggling free of his grip and saying, “Jaden sent some fruit over, I’ll go cut it up for you.”
With that, Paige turned and left.
“…”
Who wants fruit.
Enrico sat by the bed, glanced at her back, stretched out his hand to reach the triangle scarf, grabbed it and threw it towards the trash can.
Paige at the door suddenly turned her head.
Enrico immediately sat up straight.
Paige stood in the doorway, looking at him with a faint smile and clear eyes. “Enrico, I really don’t want to see you covered in bruises. If you’re good, I’ll do whatever you want when you’re healed.”
She said whatever it took to get him to behave while he recovered.
After that, Paige smiled and walked out.
“Do whatever you want.”
Heh.
He didn’t believe a word she said. A woman who plays hard to get just wants to sleep in a separate bed.
Enrico snorted, then stood up and walked over to the trash can, picking up the triangle towel from the inside and putting it back in place silently.
…
Paige simply cut up all the strawberries and bananas that Jaden had bought, put them on a plate, and put a small, exquisite silver fork on it. She leaned against the bed with Enrico and slowly ate.
Since she was willing to serve, Enrico really acted like the leader, leaning back and waiting to be fed.
Paige used the fork to hold a piece of strawberry in front of his mouth and said, “Now that the Folsom family has secretly withdrawn from the battlefield in Country A, and with just the Reeves family and Thomas, I believe that Rafael and Carrie can handle them. I have decided not to go back to The Capital, but to set off from here directly to Wind Island in the morning.”