“Fine, fine.”
Olivia looked at Enrico’s cold and hard tall back and was very worried about Paige.
On this return flight, the young master hadn’t said a word from start to finish, very scary.
As for Butler Beau and Jaden, at this moment, staring at Gabriel’s gray pupils, they have completely lost the ability to speak.
…
Paige walks into the bridal room that belongs to her.
“Bang.”
The sound of the door being pulled shut with force came from behind her, and in the next second, the sound of the lock falling followed.
Paige didn’t have to look back to know how heavy Enrico’s anger was at this point as she turned, “I can explain.”
“Uh-huh.” Enrico’s voice was fairly calm for a handsome man with no expression.
He grabbed her hand and yanked her over to the king-sized bed, forcing her shoulders down to force her to sit while he pulled a sofa chair in front of her.
The glass doors leading out to the patio were open, the floor-to-ceiling veil swirling lightly with sunlight.
Paige drew in a secret breath and pulled the hem of her dress to sit upright on the edge of the bed, resting her arms folded in her lap; she hadn’t even been this nervous last night in the face of Thomas’s gang.
Enrico took a cigarette case and matches from the side and sat down in front of her.
He took out a cigarette and held it between his thin lips, the matchbox twirled twice between his fingers and a long match was pushed out, a sharp stroke of his fingers against the end and a flame flared up, reflecting the depth of his eyes.
He lowered his head and lit the cigarette, his index and middle fingers pinched the match, and without extinguishing it, he played with it back and forth.
“…” Paige sat there, silently watching the little flame dancing in his fingertips.
The two men, neither of them said a word.
For a while, the fire finally went out.
Enrico bit into his cigarette and suddenly raised his eyes, looking straight at her, as if he wanted to see everything about her, his eyes sunk as deep as the abyss.
Paige knew it was time for her to speak, she pursed her lips and looked into his eyes and said, “Three years ago, when we were separated, do you remember, how crazy you were?”
“…”
Enrico looked sullenly into her almond eyes and bit down tightly on his cigarette, tasting the astringency of tobacco on his tongue.
Of course he remembered.
Three years ago, when he’d been preparing to send her away, he’d never imagined there would be another day, a day in bed when he couldn’t wait to make love to her all the time.
By the end of the day, the protection hadn’t been enough, and he hadn’t stopped.
He kissed her, wrapped himself around her, ignoring the trembling she couldn’t handle or the tears she couldn’t help but shed.
He was crazy, could he not be when he knew there would be no future?
Paige knew by the look in his eyes that he remembered and continued, “I was at the border for a month when I found out I was pregnant.”
Enrico removed his cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke, staring at her, his voice sinking, “I told you I didn’t want a baby.”
His mother died on the AS schizophrenia gene, his sister died on the AS schizophrenia gene.
The bloodline of the Davis family wouldn’t be worthy of being passed on.
At that, Paige lowered her eyes and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, “More than AS schizophrenia gene, at that time, you were on medication for treatment, and I was on interrogation medication of unknown composition at Gangnam Hall, and this child should never have been born.”
Who knows if it would have been born with a missing arm or leg.
“Then why have it?” Enrico stares at her urgently.
Recalling all the circumstances of three years ago, Paige smiled, but her gaze was bleak, “I was already at the hospital, signing the paperwork for the abortion.”
At the time, she’d had a hundred and a thousand reasons to give up on the baby, fearing it would be dysfunctional, and thinking that he would have already had a seizure and she’d have to struggle from nothing and wouldn’t have the energy to take care of it when it was born.
“…” Enrico listened, the cigarette in his hand all but forcibly bent.
“I’m sitting in the waiting room at the hospital, waiting for the nurse to summon me.”
Paige sat in front of him, her voice light, “I thought a lot about the waiting time, I thought about how in the past I always wanted to clear the air between us, so I counted the kindnesses you showed me, and the cruelty you showed me, and in the end I realized that I couldn’t count them anymore.”
“…” Enrico stared deeply at her without interrupting.
“And wondered how you came to have an attack, and whether there would be moments of lucidity during it, and how you should bear the fact that you had become a madman when you were lucid …” she went on.
The voice was so faded, yet still a little shaky.
Enrico squeezed his cigarette in a death grip.
“Thinking again about how it’s a nice day outside, it’s blue, the clouds are white, there’s no rain, and if you were there, you’d pick a day like this to send your child away.”
Paige said quietly, slowly lifting her eyes to gaze into his, “Thinking about it, I realized that I wasn’t really thinking about anything, I was just thinking about you.”
That day, she was just thinking about him.
After a month of being away from him, for the first time in her life, her thoughts were controlling her to the point where she was almost mad.
“…” Enrico sat there, his eyes snapping to a certainty, his breathing becoming heavy.
Paige looked at him and smiled, her eyes reddening slightly, “I don’t know what happened, I went to the hospital that day just to make a sensible decision about abortion, but sitting in that waiting room, I was thinking about you all the time.”
“…”
“That missing wasn’t warm and fuzzy, it was like a devil’s hand, gripping me tightly by the throat, it wanted me to gasp for air, it wanted me to die …”
Paige thought about how she felt that day, her hand unconsciously opened and slowly clasped around her throat.
Enrico threw the cigarette away as he took hold of her thin wrist and pulled it away.
“…” Paige slowed down to see Enrico sitting in front of her, his handsome face losing its color, his breath held back, his eyes staring at her in near horror.
In the next moment, he took hold of her thin wrists and suddenly rose from the sofa chair, pushing her down onto the bed.
She was wearing a creamy white dress, simple in style, a comfortable one for the home, and the white lined her face as if it had been drenched in milk, and made her fragile and piteous, like when she first arrived at the Rose Estate …
He looked down at her and did nothing but watch her.
Paige lay there, looking him straight in the eye, the corners of her mouth pulling out a reluctant curve as she continued, “Then I got up and left, and tore up that surgery order.”
“…” Enrico’s throat rolled.
“The moment I tore it up, I felt suddenly alive.” She chuckled.
Olivia and Kevin didn’t understand why she’d done it, she wasn’t in any condition to have the baby, and the baby wasn’t looking good.
She didn’t know how to explain it either.
Anyway, at that moment, she was determined to have the baby.
He lowered himself to her, his bony fingers picking up her chin and staring deeply into her, “Aren’t you scared?”
Thinking he was asking about the soundness of the baby, Paige said, “The doctor said that by staying while on the medication, the baby has already gotten over the biggest hurdle and he wants to come into the world.”
The world said that birth was not up to you, but her Gabriel, when they were so hard, had braved the hurdles and survived.
She believed that he had wanted to come into the world.
Willing to choose them as his parents.