So no matter what the end result was, she wanted to put up a fight.
Enrico looked down at her and smiled, his eyes gradually turning red, “That’s what you’re afraid of, huh?”
Not the fear of a person facing all the unpredictable aspects of pregnancy, not the fear of a person lying on an operating table in labor, but just worrying about the baby?
“Yeah, I … well.”
Paige didn’t finish her sentence before Enrico’s lips pressed down.
Enrico kissed her soft lips, the tip of his tongue breaking in between her lips, wanton breathing so heavy it seemed to gasp, “Paige, how dare you?”
How dare you choose to have the baby alone while he was having a seizure.
“How dare you?” Enrico gritted his teeth and planted another kiss on her lips, pressing down hard enough to eat her alive.
His voice carried a rolling warmth that burned against her lips.
Paige lay there, her ebony hair spread shallowly as she stared into his reddened eyes.
Suddenly, her throat went a little dry as well, “Enrico, do you blame me?”
She hadn’t expected that their father-son recognition would be accompanied by a terrorist’s terror.
It was so far from what she had envisioned before.
It was only natural that he blamed her, which was why she would be squeamish today.
“What do you say?” Enrico asked rhetorically, staring into her black and white almond eyes, “Aren’t you afraid that I won’t be able to avoid that and die, and what will happen to you?”
That’s really too much guts.
He’d spent the plane ride back wondering how she’d make it through these ten months of pregnancy, and he couldn’t think of anything else.
“I don’t know.”
It was a hypothetical question, and she couldn’t answer it.
But she could hear that he wasn’t all that upset that she’d had the baby.
“Then why didn’t you tell me first?” Enrico’s fingers holding her thin wrist crept upward, clasping her five fingers and pressing them into the bed.
At that, Paige stared at the handsome face near her for a moment before she gently opened her lips, which were crimson from his kisses, “Enrico, are you happy that I gave you a son?”
Enrico immediately understood what she meant.
“You’re afraid to tell me because you’re afraid I won’t be happy?”
“Uh-huh.” Paige admitted.
“And you know you’re afraid?”
Someone who dared to have a baby in secret, who dared to secretly hide it at the border for three years, actually knew fear.
Paige bites her lip somewhat sheepishly, biting it so that it flushes a touch of white, looking at Enrico very upset, he didn’t punish her, but she dares to hurt herself.
Punish …
Enrico’s eyes swept through a flash of ghostly light, staring at her, “Good, I take it that you know, since you know that you are afraid, it means that you also know that you have done wrong.”
“…”
“Then how do you think I should punish you?” He stared at her lips, but his eyes suddenly moved down.
She was pushed back on the bed, her neckline wandering a bit, revealing delicate whites that tantalized her eyes to no end.
“…”
“…”
Four eyes met.
The floor-length veil fluttered lightly.
Paige suddenly sensed that the conversation wasn’t going quite right, and the hand he had clasped moved.
Enrico immediately pressed it back down hard, not allowing her to bounce back, and just stared at her, his eyes growing darker and darker.
Paige’s long eyelashes trembled as she was stared at by him, her eyes moved, and she pretended to calmly said, “If you’re unhappy, then I’m in the wrong, and of course you can punish me; if you’re happy, then I’m in the right, and you can’t punish me.”
Enrico laughed, his voice sexy, “You can do it? You’re going to lay a trap for me?”
If he said he wasn’t happy, it meant he didn’t even accept his own son, or a son who looked like her.
If he said he was happy, he’d have to go along with her and get it all out of the way.
“I just want to know if you’re happy.” She said.
She hadn’t seen how he and Gabriel got along, had he accepted the son?
“I don’t know.” Enrico said.
“No?” Paige was stunned, he and Gabriel had already spent a few days together and didn’t know if they were happy or not?
“I’m not engaged, suddenly a son that big is in front of me and I don’t even have a transition phase in my mind.” Enrico said as he stared at her, his eyes growing dark.
“…”
Also.
Paige thought for a moment, “So we’ll go downstairs and you and Gabriel can spend more time together?”
With that, she struggled to get up and was pushed back before she could sit up.
Enrico’s solid chest pressed down again, his eyes still red but with an extra touch of evil, “Since we’re transitioning shouldn’t we transition from the very beginning?”
“The very beginning?” Paige was stunned.
“Transition from the craziest day three years ago.”
“…”
How could he not transition from the day he met Wind Island?
Paige’s eyes widened and she wrenched her hand away from his, trying to maneuver around him as the man rolled to the side.
Stop it.
Olivia and Gabriel are still down there, and they can’t just be in the room in the middle of the day …
Enrico let out a low chuckle, like he was watching a little finch flutter in his arms, and reached out to easily scoop her back up.
Paige raised her hand as he stared at her, hooking his lips in a self-deprecating smile, “Hit, feel free to hit me over here, I only deserve to be bullied and beaten by you anyway, what else would you not dare to do.”
“…”
Paige’s hand, which had only wanted to push him, froze in mid-air.
Knowing that he was saying such things on purpose, she couldn’t push her hand out.
This matter, he had indeed been kept very pathetically hidden.
Seeing this, Enrico naturally no longer gave her any time to react, lowered his head and buried it into the nape of her neck, his thin lips wandering, licking every inch of her soft and delicate …
Paige’s body flinched at the kiss and unconsciously tilted her chin up, allowing him to be more compliant.
His voice grew raspy as he sniffed the scent of her neck, “I wanted to do this when I saw those eyes of your son.”
Paige, her consciousness swimming from the kiss, asked with a lax gaze, “Do what?”
“Make crazy love to you.”
He opened his thin lips to nibble on her neck, “Let’s see if you dare again.”
With that, he wandered his hand over the covers, flipped over a pillow, pulled a remote control out from underneath, and pressed it twice.
The open floor-to-ceiling door automatically closed, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains closed one layer at a time …
The light in the bedroom dimmed all of a sudden, so dark that it seemed as if the space had also gotten smaller, so small that only the two of them were left.
The smell of tobacco from his body gradually enveloped Mimi.
Paige’s hand slowly lifted and climbed up his back.
…
Paige woke up in Enrico’s arms with no light at all in the bedroom, it was dark.
It was nighttime at first glance.
She sat up straight in shock, “What time is it …?”
A flash of sharp pain suddenly came.
Paige sat up in bed and touched her waist, frowning in pain.
Her waist, again, was ruined.
“What’s wrong?” Enrico followed, sitting up and reaching out to press the light on.
Bright light fell, Paige closed her eyes a little uncomfortably, and then opened them again, she saw an insatiable, refreshed Enrico, where there was still the same kind of cold displeasure she had when she first got off the plane.
“Back pain?” Enrico understood by looking at her and brought her down towards his arms, letting her sit on his lap, and rubbed his large palm onto her waist.