Although he didn’t want to call him that.
Sigh.
“…”
Enrico sat there, still holding two broken pieces of firewood in his hands. On hearing this, his body did not move, and there was no expression on his face, but the cold air emanating from his body was like it was going to freeze the entire island.
“…”
Dr. Clinton was on the verge of tears, feeling that he had asked a big question. He desperately winked at Bastion, “Bastion, don’t say anything rash. How can a woman have three husbands? Your sister Paige is very devoted!”
And Mr. Gustin is actually ranked third…
Bastion was still young, and hearing this, he didn’t sense the problem at all. Instead, he puffed up his chest and retorted loudly, “Why not? Sister Paige is so amazing and beautiful, why can’t she have three husbands?”
He also wants to grow up and be Paige’s little husband.
“…”
Shut up already.
Dr. Clinton continued to speak to Bastion, trying to stop him, when a cold voice beside him said, “Let him continue.”
“…”
Dr. Clinton really wanted to run away. Would it be too late if he jumped into the sea right now?
Kevin looked up at Enrico’s expressionless face and thought for a moment before saying, “Bastion is just a child, what he says doesn’t matter…”
“I told him to speak,” Enrico’s deep eyes looked at Kevin and interrupted him with a cool tone.
It was clearly a windy wasteland, but the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating, giving people the feeling that they could not catch their breath.
Uncle Artie sensed that something was wrong and stood aside, kicking Bastion lightly to indicate that he should stop talking nonsense.
Bastion, who had not received a normal education, obviously did not understand what these adults were avoiding. He blinked in confusion, “What else is there to say? Sister Paige is so good, of course she deserves a husband who is also good-looking, right, brother-in-law?”
Bastion looked at Kevin with an expression that said, “Is that right?”
“…” Kevin did not answer, nor could he, and just looked at Enrico.
A drop of blood fell from Enrico’s fingertips.
His hands were still holding the firewood, and the triangular bandage had slipped a little, revealing the blood-stained fingers between the fingers. The blood dripped onto the ground, one drop after another.
“Mr. Gustin, your hand…” Dr. Clinton looked at Enrico in alarm.
Enrico didn’t even look at him, but casually threw the firewood in his hands into the fire.
The splinters on the firewood were clearly visible, stained with blood.
“Who told you these words?” Enrico looked at Bastion.
“No one told me. Everyone knows it. Brother-in-law is good-looking, brother-in-law is good-looking…”
Bastion said, then looked at his gloomy eyes again and reluctantly said, ‘You are better-looking. Are you… my third brother-in-law?’
He didn’t know if he would grow up to be this good-looking in the future.
“Everyone knows it, and so does Paige?” Enrico asked again.
Bastion nodded, “Of course. How could Paige not know her own husband?”
“Oh? Really?” Enrico smiled, his gaze falling on Kevin. The corner of his lips curled up into a smile, his smile reflecting the firelight and looking sinister and menacing.
“…”
This glance made Kevin think of the doomsday situation at his own border.
“Kevin Family Head, let’s chat?”
Enrico stared at him, his tone seemingly light and casual.
“…”
Kevin was silent.
All along, except when Enrico had lost his memory and Kevin could try to compare, Kevin knew that he was inferior to Enrico in every way, and he was willing to settle for the position of a friend, not wanting to cause Paige any emotional trouble.
He moved his lips, about to speak, but Bastion suddenly spoke up next to him, saying, “What are we going to talk about, the love story between Sister Paige and Brother-in-Law? It’s better to start with Brother-in-Law, right? Sister Paige taught me that everything has a sequence.”
“…” A certain man who came later looked at him calmly.
Dr. Clinton watched in horror, his mouth agape. If Mr. Gustin pushed Bastion’s head into the fire, he wondered if he could use what was left in his medical kit for emergency treatment.
The tension was at a breaking point.
Bastion noticed Enrico’s increasingly hostile gaze and couldn’t help but catch his breath.
Kevin put a hand out to stop Bastion and move him a little further back.
Dr. Clinton silently moved aside and opened the medical kit.
“Uncle Artie,” a clear voice suddenly came from somewhere.
It was Paige who had returned.
Paige walked towards Artie with the roster in her hands, “Uncle Artie, I found that many people have not been recorded, like…”
Halfway through her sentence, Paige sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and she looked down at the three men sitting in front of the fire. Enrico was sitting there, with one hand resting on his knee, his long, blood-stained fingers hanging down, bright red blood dripping from his fingertips.
“What happened to your hand?”
Paige put away the roster and handed it to Uncle Artie, quickly walked over to Enrico, and bent down to look at his hand.
Enrico didn’t even look at her, expressionless as he ripped off the triangular bandage and threw it into the fire. He got up and grabbed her arm, pulling her away, “Let’s talk.”
His voice was calm.
“…” Paige looked at him in confusion.
Master Chris desperately straightened up in his rocking chair, nervously looking in the direction Paige was pulled away.
Uncle Artie and Bastion looked puzzled.
Kevin stood up from his small chair, looking at the two of them leaving with some concern, and then at Dr. Clinton, “Your master won’t do anything to Paige, will he?”
Dr. Clinton was sitting on the ground, still catching his breath, and was suddenly asked this question. He couldn’t help but say depressedly, “Now you know to be afraid, Mr. Kevin, why didn’t you stop it just now?”
Can you say these words?
Someone could die.
Who is Mr. Gustin? The number one chaebol in Country A, the number one ruthless person, the number one lunatic. He has always been the one playing with others, but who would dare play with him?
This time, he has managed to get into the harem of a woman, but he is too slow to realize it.
“I didn’t stop you?” Kevin laughed angrily.
“…”
Dr. Clinton recalled the conversation just now, and was very depressed. He gave up and said, “It doesn’t matter whether I stop him or not. We’re going to die together anyway, and no one is going to run away.”
If it were the old Mr. Gustin, there was absolutely no way that anyone would know that he had become a woman’s third husband. It was a matter of a man’s dignity, and Shengdao’s silence was basic operation.
But now…
I hope Paige can control him.
…
The lights along the seaside at night were a dark blue, as if even the moonlight was tinged with the color of the sea.
In the distance, the lights from the tents shone like stars, and the sounds of people were lively; by the seaside, it was extremely quiet, with only the gentle sound of the water slowly lapping against the shore.
Paige stood in the breeze, silently watching the man in front of her.
Enrico was leaning against a very tall tree. The night wind blew through his short hair, and there was no expression on his face, except that his facial contours were taut, and the whole body was filled with a chilling coldness.