Hearing this, Olivia waved her hand in fear, “Miss, don’t say this, what if young master hears it?”
“…”
Paige looks at her somewhat helplessly, it seems that it’s hard to get rid of Olivia’s fear of Enrico for a while.
Forget it, it’s a long time coming, take your time.
She asked, “Is Gabriel asleep?”
“Sleeping, at first she was clamoring for you, she got so lost looking for you here, and finally she was so tired that she fell asleep under the window sill, she didn’t even wake up when I carried her back to give her a bath.” Olivia whispered.
Paige’s heart warmed at this description, “I’ll go in and check on him.”
With that, she gently pushed open the door on the side and headed inside.
The room was set up in the mold of a guest room, nothing designed for children, a small wall sconce was left on the inside, the light spilling softly onto the large bed, a small bulge covered by a gray comforter.
Paige walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at the sleeping Gabriel.
The little guy had changed into a pure white sheer pajamas, his short soft hair was a little messy, his long eyelashes fell in light shadows, his little mouth was pursed as he breathed evenly, and he slept with abandon and style with his two little hands resting on the back of his head.
She still remembered the day before she decided to leave the border, she accompanied Gabriel to play for a whole day, and finally told him that she had decided to go and break into her career, and that it would be a long time before she could come to pick him up.
At the time, she didn’t know how to explain what she was doing to a small child and was afraid that saying she was going to daddy would make them go along.
She was prepared for Gabriel to cry.
But the little one sat on the soft little low couch, teetering on her legs and biting into a lollipop, waving her little hand at her very indifferently, “Go go go.”
“I thought you were going to cry.”
That’s what she said at the time.
The little guy bit the candy, not crushing it, smacked his little mouth and said, “What’s the point of crying, if I keep you now and don’t let you go, you’ll be blaming me in turn in the future.”
This wording …
She always wondered if he often faked sleep next to Olivia and then secretly watched some of the TV shows Olivia watched, because this line penetrated a strong sense of elder immediacy.
Paige was happy and heartbroken that her son was so well behaved.
She took him in her arms and held him for a long time until her shoulders were damp.
She released him, only to realize that the little guy had red eyes, and when he saw her looking over, Gabriel desperately rubbed his eyes, and as he did so, he asked her blankly, “Mommy, are you coming back? Do you still want me?”
In fact, he was terrified that she had lost him.
How could she not want him.
He had been her only joy for the past three years.
Paige reminisced and lowered herself to give Gabriel a soft kiss on her tender cheek.
Paige had been keeping watch at the bedside for a long time and couldn’t get enough of the little face.
Suddenly, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
Paige turned her head to see Enrico leaning against the doorway, his eyes deep in concentration.
After a few seconds, he lifted his leg and walked in, standing behind her, glancing down at the wildly sleeping little one, his hand on her shoulder, “Go to your room.”
“I want to keep him … company,” she said.
Gabriel must have been sad after coming to The Capital today and seeing him in a hurry until now.
“It’s not too late to stay with him when he wakes up, go.” Enrico leaned down and took her hand to pull her up from the bed.
Paige thought about it and didn’t refuse, following him out.
Olivia stood and bowed her head respectfully.
Walking down the hallway, Paige stood on tiptoe and tugged at the collar of Enrico’s shirt, glanced at the bandages re-tied on it, and said, “Dr. Clinton didn’t say anything about surgery?”
“Want me to operate so badly?” Enrico smiled at her.
“I figured I could have a few days of peace and quiet while you were laid up in the hospital for a few days.” Paige said bluntly.
At that, Enrico took her into his arms as he looked down at her, “This anger hasn’t passed yet?”
“…”
She had just gone through that embarrassment, could it pass so easily?
Paige didn’t break away from him, but only said without much humor, “Enrico, you’re not allowed to go anywhere for the rest of the day, just stay home and get well. Right, has he made the medicine yet? He said before that it would be out in the next two days.”
Enrico pulled out a hollowed out metal ball from his pocket, not a big one, but the carving pattern was exquisite to the extreme.
He casually tossed it down, and the metal ball faintly glowed under the lamp, extraordinarily beautiful.
He held it in his hand and opened it with one hand, and inside was a white pill.
Some strong floral scent diffused from inside.
Paige sniffed it carefully and was a bit surprised, not realizing that the tree’s flowers would be so fragrant after being compressed through several steps.
“Is this the medicine?”
Paige took it and looked at it, it was obviously pure white in color, but it was made crystal clear, like a night pearl.
Sure enough, it was exactly as described in the Jedi book.
“Hmm.” Enrico responded in a low voice.
Paige’s eyes showed a smile, “That’s it, it seems right, but there’s one more thing to change, the Jedi book has a long history, there was no other way to make the medicine like this and use it as incense, now there’s the technology to change it to an inhalation spray which is better.”
A small pill like this inhaled as incense dissipates into the air wasting more than it inhales.
The medicine was already small, it was better to change it to an inhalation spray for better efficacy.
Anyway, the first sample had already come out, proving that they hadn’t gotten the method wrong.
With that in mind, once Paige was back in her room, she rummaged through her cabinets and found a small glass vial to place the metal ball in and seal it, “As soon as it’s light out, I’ll send it to Dr. Clinton.”
Had she known that Dr. Clinton had brought all this medicine with her, she still should have stayed in the dining room a little longer just now so that once she was sure that it was the right medicine, she could bring it back and could get right into the process of making the spray.
Now it would be another couple hours wasted.
Enrico stood and watched her movements, lifting his hand to catch her thin wrist and pull her toward the queen-sized bed, “Come here.”
Paige, now thinking of that everyone-I-get-it-but-I-don’t-say-it look at the sight of the king-sized bed, busied herself with wrenching her hand away and looking at him with displeasure, “You still want to mess with it?”
Does he want this shoulder bone to be ruined forever?
Enrico was furious when he saw this wolf-proof look on her face, “Paige, should I be angry that I’m such an animal in your eyes, or should I be happy that you think my physical strength is too invincible?”
Did he really not need to rest at all in her eyes?
“…” Paige was silent.
The next second, a tube of ointment was thrown onto the bed.
She looked down at it, it was medicine for sprains, and there was a small ticket stuck to it, and looking at the time on it, Paige was a little stunned.
It was from half an hour ago.
She subconsciously looked over at him, and Enrico saw right through what she was thinking, “I didn’t have someone else buy it, I went out and bought it myself!”
She was too thin-skinned to get the medicine from Dr. Clinton, but he didn’t want to wait until morning for her to go out and buy her own medicine to rub it in.
“…” Paige suddenly didn’t know what to say.
“I’m trying to think of ways to love you, and you’re treating me like a thief?”