He didn’t look at her either, kept his head down, and his blood-red, blurred hands felt for a cigarette box in his pocket. He flipped open the lid without a care in the world and poured the cigarettes out.
The cigarette seemed to be fighting him, as it refused to fall out no matter how hard he poured it out.
Enrico was very annoyed, and reached out to slam the cigarette case onto the ground.
Paige reached out and easily caught it, and the case landed in the palm of her hand.
A bloody stain immediately appeared on her palm. She frowned, “Enrico, what are you…”
She let out a soft cry as Enrico pulled her over.
A turn of the body.
Enrico pressed her against the tree trunk, his arm across her front, his bloodied hand gripping her shoulder. The blood stained the white of her T-shirt.
He stared down at her fiercely. His eyes, under long black eyelashes, had turned scarlet and were full of hatred. “I can see why you insisted on making a promise with me now, Paige. You’re very good at playing games.”
“What are you talking about?” Paige was puzzled.
How had she played games?
“Heh,”
Enrico snorted, “I didn’t know until now, but you’ve secretly built yourself a harem.”
“…”
Upon hearing this, Paige’s expression froze.
He still knew.
She had thought she could muddle through.
Seeing her expression, Enrico knew it was true, and his smile grew even wider. He placed his five fingers firmly on her thin shoulders, “What, I, Enrico, am only worthy of third place in your eyes? Am I really that trashy?”
He lifted his long eyelashes, and the ruthlessness in his eyes could no longer be hidden.
“…” Paige’s shoulders ached from his grip, and the tree behind her was very cool.
Calm down.
The confrontation between the two sides is all about momentum.
Paige evened her breathing, raised her eyes and looked him straight in the eyes in the night, her voice cold, “You don’t trust me?”
Upon hearing this, Enrico’s smile instantly disappeared, and he growled with clenched teeth, “This is your past, where do I find trust?”
Should I look for it in the living conditions on this island, or in the group of people’s crazy adoration of her?
“Since it’s my past, you should first listen to my explanation, not be so fierce with me.” There was no trace of guilt in Paige’s eyes.
“Nonsense, if you want to explain, do you still need to make a promise with me? You are clearly just trying to muddle through!”
“…”
The logic was flawless.
Don’t panic.
It’s not a big deal.
Paige was pressed against the tree by him, looking at his murderous eyes, clearing her throat, and with complete frankness, “It’s not that I don’t want to talk, I’m afraid that you will think too much and stimulate yourself, affecting your recovery.”
“It’s pretty stimulating.”
Enrico tugged at the corners of his mouth, not a hint of a smile, “I’ve never encountered anything more stimulating in my life!”
He’s ranked third!
Paige lowered her eyes and looked at his clenched hand on her shoulder. The smell of blood on it lingered on her nose, making her heart ache as she smelled it.
“Enrico, you’re hurting me,” she whispered.
Upon hearing this, Enrico’s hand subconsciously loosened a little. The next second, he realized that his heart had softened, and he was about to tighten his grip again when Paige had already tiptoed up, wrapped her arm around his nape with one hand, and tilted her head to kiss his thin lips.
His lips were cool from the night air.
Paige pressed herself against him, not lingering, just as he usually did.
Enrico didn’t expect her to do this, and his throat tightened.
This woman…
still wants to get by in this way.
He pressed her directly against the tree trunk, lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, but did not let her take the initiative. He dodged her, and when she tried to catch up, he looked at her with a cunning expression and bit her lip like an animal.
Paige winced at the pain of the bite and looked up at him unhappily, her eyes as cool as the moonlight.
“…”
Enrico felt irritated by her gaze and looked down again to kiss her. His movements were much gentler this time, and he kissed her lingeringly, restraining himself and giving her enough room to breathe.
The sea water rushed ashore.
When the kiss ended, Enrico felt a lot less hostile.
He looked at her dazed eyes and tried to startle her again, just as he had just done, but he couldn’t. And yet, he couldn’t just walk over to her either.
Enrico lowered his head to rest against her forehead and glared at her, “Light me a cigarette.”
He wanted to scold her, but the voice that came out was hoarse and sexy after being satisfied, which sounded more like flirting.
Paige still had the cigarette case in her hand.
She stood in front of him, reached out to open the case and took out a cigarette from inside.
Before she could hand it up, Enrico impatiently lowered his head and bit it away directly, saying indistinctly, “The matches are in the left pocket.”
“…”
Paige looked at him and ran her hand along the waistband of his trousers, her fingertips going to his left trouser pocket and probing inside.
Enrico’s breathing tightened and his eyes darkened.
Paige felt out a flat, long matchbox, pushed it open, and took out a match about an inch long, which she struck.
“Pfft…”
A small flame jumped between the two of them.
The seaside wind swept by, and the flame was in danger.
Enrico looked down at her, took her wrist, and silently taught her to use her palm to block the wind.
“…”
Wouldn’t it be better if he did it himself?
Paige glanced at him without saying a word, used her palm, which was stained with a little blood, to block the wind, wrapped the small flame in front of him, and lit the smoke in his mouth.
The flame danced around the end of the cigarette, swaying from side to side, and the heat seared her fingertips.
Enrico caught her wrist with one hand, while the other hung down, looking at her illuminated eyebrows and long eyelashes with lowered eyelids, until the end of the cigarette was lit, and the smell of tobacco drifted between the two of them.
Paige threw the match that had almost burned out.
Enrico took a deep breath, removed the cigarette with one hand, and exhaled gently, his narrow eyes fixed on her, “Explain.”
Paige stood in front of him, looking at his smoky, hazy eyes, sinister and sexy.
“You’ll always be the only man for me,” she said.
“And what about you?” Enrico asked, glaring at her. He knew what had happened in bed, but he couldn’t know what was in her heart.
“Enrico, don’t you think that you’re insulting me by asking that?” Paige asked calmly.
“I’m asking about the past,” Enrico said, taking another bite of his cigarette, determined to get the whole truth. But his momentum had already faded.
Since he already knew everything, she naturally had to explain.
“False,” she said emphatically. “I was sent to the island by the Clarkes. I hated them with a special kind of hatred. The more I hated them, the more I wanted to survive. At first, I just wanted to survive on my own, but at some point, everyone’s eyes on me changed. They hoped that I would do something more for them every day. That’s how I became the leader here.”
“Go on.” Enrico pressed the hand holding the cigarette against the trunk behind her, and the cigarette’s end flickered. The bloodstained fingers were long and slender, with sexy knuckles.