Paige was startled, and she turned her head to follow the sound.
She saw Enrico leaning against a grand piano not far away, his arms folded, his gray eyes staring at them with a faint smile on his lips.
Paige quickly gathered her emotions and walked calmly towards him. “You’re awake?”
“Yes,” Enrico replied, but his gaze fell coolly on the person behind her, Kevin.
Kevin glanced at him, feeling a cold wind blow across his neck.
He cleared his throat, nodded lightly at him, and made a composed gesture, “Then I’ll go to the dining room first.”
After saying that, without waiting for them to respond, Kevin left on his own.
Enrico’s gaze followed him as he left, and a dark look gradually appeared in his eyes.
“Why are you staring at Kevin?” Paige asked nonchalantly as she followed his gaze.
“Why do you think I’m staring at him?” Enrico withdrew his gaze and looked down at her, ‘What are you chatting about so happily so early in the morning?’
As he spoke, he released his arms and casually pressed them onto the black and white piano keys. The sound of a loud thud was extremely harsh, like the sound of drums poised to strike on the battlefield, frightening.
Paige stood calmly, staring at his piercing eyes. “Jealous? You heard everything?”
Her face showed no emotion, but her heart was uncertain. She didn’t know how long he had been standing there, listening.
“No, tell me again.”
Enrico pressed his palm deeply onto the keys, staring at her as she slowly lowered her head, her face close to his. His warm breath almost brushed her face. “What did you talk about to make you smile like that in front of him?”
The acrid smell of jealousy reached the heavens…
Paige observed him impassively, and when she saw that he hadn’t heard the whole thing, she let out a sigh of relief, and then said, “Kevin did a lot to help us come to Wind Island this time, and I want to thank him.”
“Thank him with your smile?”
Enrico reached out and grabbed her chin, lifting it so that she was forced to look at him face-to-face.
“It’s just a smile, I’m not a face-paralyzed person.”
I can’t smile yet?
Enrico looked at her light lips, his handsome face pressed even lower, his eyes as dark as the silent night, his low voice forced out of his throat, “Paige, I don’t like it.”
“…” Paige was silent.
“I don’t like you smiling at other people, it’s dazzling,” Enrico almost kissed her lips and said to her word by word.
Paige was too lazy to explain, and directly closed the little distance that remained between the two, kissed his cold, thin lips, and kissed him lightly to coax him, “Enrico, you look quite sexy when you’re jealous.”
Enrico was unmoved, still staring at her dreamily, “Really? Then is it also sexy if I hit Kevin a few times?”
“…” Paige’s eyes hardened, and she looked at him steadily, “You can’t do anything rash.”
Enrico didn’t say anything, just stared at her.
Their gazes met.
Enrico’s hand retracted from the keys, and the piano made another muffled sound. His eyes moved, “Tell him to go back to the border and stay there.”
This was his final concession.
He could not possibly let a man who had designs on her stay by her side.
Upon hearing this, Paige’s nerves relaxed, and she said helplessly, “He was going back to the border anyway.”
He’s still sensible.
Enrico’s expression also relaxed, and Paige reached out to hug his arm and asked, “Why did you get up?”
“You don’t want me to get up?” Enrico looked at her.
“…”
She suspected that Enrico and the little dolphin were of the same species, always contradicting her.
Paige’s tone was even more helpless, as she walked along, holding his arm, “I saw that you didn’t sleep well last night, and I wanted you to get some rest.”
“How could I sleep well when you weren’t even around?” Enrico said in a low voice with a dark face.
Paige heard clearly, her heart softened, and her tone became softer and softer. “I came to see how the medicine was progressing, and I happened to run into Kevin, so we had a chat.”
“Oh,” Enrico said, as if he understood.
“Do you still get headaches?” Paige asked. She had been so concerned about his broken leg recently that she had forgotten about these symptoms of his, and he hadn’t said anything.
“Sometimes for a while, but it’s okay,” Enrico let her put her arm around him.
“And your hair? Is it falling out?” Paige asked again.
“No!” Enrico’s face instantly turned dark. ‘I don’t lose my hair!’
“It’s okay if it does. I want to say that the medicine will be ready soon, so don’t worry.”
“I don’t lose it!”
“…”
Okay.
Losing your hair is more important than having only one month left to live.
Paige looked at him, ‘Let’s go, let’s go have breakfast.’
She stopped talking, that’s okay, right?
…
Even on the cruise ship, Paige was very busy. She had to keep an eye on the progress of the lab and arrange the next destination for the slum dwellers.
There were 3, 379 slum dwellers on the island in total, which was neither a small nor a large number. It was a major project in itself to get them all involved in normal life, not to mention the fact that so many plutocrats were watching them covertly.
Although the surface appears to be peaceful, in reality both sides are like arrows on strings, and the slightest mistake is not allowed.
The bedroom has floor-to-ceiling glass facing the sea outside, and the view is stunning.
Paige sat at the desk, flipping through the brochures in her hands, and said, “After I go back, I plan to acquire a nursing home and take in people who are unable to take care of themselves. As for the rest of them, I will arrange training for them, and eventually take them all under Temple in Heaven.”
She can only feel at ease if these people are under her command, and she can also prevent those plutocrats from secretly taking action.
“You really think of yourself as their mother, taking care of every aspect.”
Enrico lay back on his chaise longue again, leisurely peeling a mandarin orange, throwing a peel into his mouth at random, and said nonchalantly.
“This is my own ideal, and now that it has been achieved, I just feel happy,” said Paige, looking up at the easel nearby.
The portrait of Master Chris on the easel had already dried, and his kind face with a smile was looking at her with a smile.
“Knock, knock.” The sound of knocking suddenly came.
Paige shouted, “Who is it?”
“Sister Paige, it’s me, Bastion,” Bastion shouted from outside the door, “the ship will be docking soon… Brother Kevin is leaving soon, do you want to see him off?”
So soon?
Paige glanced at the sea outside and then at Enrico.
Enrico was half-lying on the couch, heard this and coldly bit into the mandarin orange in his mouth, looking at her with a melancholy expression, “Shouldn’t you go and urge the progress of the medicine again? After all, your man only has twenty-odd days left to live.”
At this, he once again remembered that his own illness was imminent.
“Okay, I’ll go and take a look again,” Paige closed the book in her hands, stood up from the desk, and walked out of the room.
Enrico ate a mandarin orange, staining his thin lips with a hint of color. He stared at her back, his long eyelashes slightly narrowed, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.