Enrico opened his mouth and took the strawberry she fed him, answering casually.
“I’ve already sent the cruise ship to set sail, and it will be waiting for us here tomorrow morning,” Paige added, feeding him piece after piece of fruit as she talked to him about trivial matters.
“Mm,” Enrico nodded, holding her delicate wrist with his hand and leaning over to bite the strawberry off her hand. The light red juice stained her lips, adding a touch of enchantment.
Paige couldn’t help but stare at it for a second longer. Before she could take her eyes off it, Enrico suddenly took her hand and wiped it across his lips to remove the strawberry juice.
At the end, he looked down at her fingertips, which were white and tender with a touch of red, indescribably seductive. He leaned over again and pretended to suck her fingers.
“…”
Paige broke free of his grasp, wiped the strawberry juice off with a paper towel, stuck out her index finger and poked him on the shoulder on the side that wasn’t injured, pushing him away, “Don’t even think about it until your injury heals.”
Enrico tilted his body to look at her, his eyes fixed, “And what if you do think about it?”
“I don’t want to.”
Paige took a big bite of the strawberry.
“Everyone has emotions, there’s no need to be embarrassed in front of me.”
“…”
She’s not embarrassed.
Paige was at a loss for words, and was about to speak when Enrico looked at her steadily and said, “Is Blanca following you?”
A sudden question.
It was completely unrelated to the previous topic.
It was asked in a light-hearted manner, as if it were a casual question.
Paige paused for two seconds before answering, then she lowered her head, used her small silver fork to pin a piece of banana, and before putting it in her mouth, she said lightly, “I think so.”
After that, she put the banana in her mouth and chewed it without any particular taste.
The topic was thus skipped.
After eating the fruit, Paige helped Enrico up, went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and then fell asleep leaning on each other, preparing for tomorrow’s itinerary.
…
The next morning, breakfast was served in the hotel’s cafeteria.
Since Rafael and Enrico were not ordinary people, the entire hotel was sealed off, and there was no presence of outsiders in the huge restaurant.
Paige changed into a light-colored coat, her black hair falling to her shoulders, her makeup light, and she wore a watch as she walked towards the restaurant with a firm pace.
Nick tilted his head and leaned against the golden doorframe, dozing off, his head bobbing non-stop, his dark circles thicker than the black frame of his glasses, looking like a panda.
When he saw her coming, Nick immediately straightened up, “Paige.”
Paige nodded, lowering her eyes. She could see Nick’s right hand hanging there, trembling slightly. She couldn’t help but feel a little amused. It seemed that he had been copying the regulations all night.
“Paige, sis,” a pleasant voice came.
Paige turned her head.
She saw Carrie, dressed in a retro-style long skirt, accompanied by a few security guards, walking quickly towards her. Her hair was curled in big curls, very charming and elegant, and her makeup was a little thick, making her look even more dazzling.
“You seem to be in good shape,” Paige said with a faint smile.
Shape?
Carrie was puzzled at first, but when she saw Nick, she instantly understood, and couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, ‘How many times did you copy?”
Nick held up one palm, ‘Fifty times.”
“I only copied ten times,” Carrie frowned, “You’re too cruel. In the past, people who didn’t even bother to write their homework were punished for being so diligent.”
It makes her look like she’s not paying attention.
“This is what Sister Paige told me to do. How dare I not write it down?”
Nick glanced at Paige next to him and whispered, “I might as well write it down sooner or later. I might as well finish it quickly. After all, there’s so much going on at Temple in Heaven.
“Guys, I can hear you,” Paige said quietly, looking at them. How does she feel like a malicious homeroom teacher?
“Where’s your brother-in-law?” Carrie changed the subject.
“He said he had to take care of some things and would be back in a while,” Paige said, and casually asked, ‘Where is President Rafael?”
In order to avoid arousing suspicion, Rafael and Carrie now always stayed in the same suite when they went out, and they would sleep in separate rooms inside.
Upon being asked, Carrie paused for a second, and said, ‘I don’t know, I didn’t see him when I left the house. Maybe the president doesn’t eat breakfast. Paige, let’s go in and eat.”
“…”
Rafael arrived late, and just walked to the door of the dining room and heard this sentence.
Why doesn’t he need to eat breakfast? Does he live by eating air?
He looked up and saw Carrie’s eyes longing to grow on Paige’s body, smiling repeatedly. When she smiled, the usual cold beauty that looked unfriendly was gone, and she looked like the girl next door.
Huh.
Is this his first lady, Nick’s girlfriend, or Paige’s little sweetheart?
…
A small hotel in a deep alley.
Sunlight shines through the dusty glass into the small room.
Blanca finishes washing up, puts on a face mask, walks out of the bathroom, picks up the suitcase from the floor, grabs the silver longevity lock on the table and puts it in her pocket, then strides out the door.
After checking out, Blanca steps out of the hotel door and is confronted by a few expressionless men.
Jaden stood in the middle, as if he had been waiting for a long time. When he saw her come out, he smiled at her, gentle but forceful, “Ms. Blanca, Mr. Gustin is asking for you.”
“…”
Blanca was silent.
The walls of the alley were mottled, showing the decay of old age. The bricks on the ground were not very flat, and water was leaking from the pipes next to them. The water stained the ground and reflected the light, silently reflecting the shadows of the people walking by.
A black car was parked at the end of the alley.
The man leaned against the car at an angle, his long legs crossed, and two cigarette butts on the ground.
Blanca took off her mask and walked over with her suitcase, “Mr. Gustin.”
Her tone was cold.
She looked a bit like Paige.
Enrico leaned against the car, wearing a white shirt. His left arm was bound and raised by a triangular bandage, with a corner of the bandage diagonally hanging over his right shoulder. He looked like he had been seriously injured, and a dark overcoat was casually draped over his shoulders.
Upon hearing this, Enrico slowly turned around, raised his long eyelashes, and looked at her with almost arrogant eyes. “Miss Blanca, this is Country A. You should understand that I can make you disappear from this country without a trace at any time.”
Enrico spoke in a very unpleasant tone.
Blanca looked at the young man in front of her. What impressed him most was not his overly handsome appearance, but the air of a wealthy family that exuded from his bones.
He was condescending, powerful, self-important, and sinister.
In fact, Blanca didn’t quite understand why Paige, who was committed to class equality, would choose a wealthy family and be willing to risk everything for him. It was more like an ironic joke.
But she was in no position to ask Paige.
She took a deep breath and said flatly, “I won’t disturb you.”
“The thought that you want to recognize her is already disturbing her,” Enrico stood in front of her and pointed out the cold truth.
“…”
Blanca tightened her grip on the suitcase. After a long time, she said, “Mr. Gustin, give me a chance to keep a close watch on her. I won’t force her unless she is willing to see me.”