“…”
Then she did not expect him to run to get her medicine, “You’re still driving with a broken bone?”
Her voice softened.
“What wouldn’t I do for you.”
Enrico’s eyes stared deep into hers, “Tell me, do you have no conscience, huh?”
Paige’s mood was a little mixed, when all was said and done he was the cause of her back pain, now it was as if he was more than justified.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and whispered, “I also gave you a son, who has no conscience.”
“What did you say?” Enrico’s eyes fell ghostly on her.
“…”
Paige didn’t say anything, after all, the son was more or less her illegitimate child.
Enrico, however, was unforgiving, leaning towards her, pressing his hands on her sides, his face straight in front of her eyes, almost kissing her on the lips, “Is President Paige of Temple in Heaven speaking at such a low volume? How weak is your heart?”
And you say she has a weak heart, it’s been messing with her all day, why hasn’t this gone away?
Paige sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back as he pressed her.
He continued to press …
Paige almost collapsed.
This was the one where he resented her low volume.
She tilted her face up to look directly into his deep, questioning eyes and word for word slurred, “I said, I also gave you a son, who has no conscience?”
Enrico stares at her from close range, hearing this, his thin lips hook up in an evil arc, lifting his hand and cupping her chin, slowly rubbing it-
“You are quite capable.”
“…”
“Okay, so let me put it this way, my Paige is marvelous and is capable of giving me a son.”
Enrico’s magnetic voice was as doting as it needed to be, cupping her chin and kissing it down, savoring it, rolling it over and over with tenderness.
“…”
Paige was not one who could quite resist gentleness, especially from Enrico, who was gentle and more torturous than usual, hitting her right in the heart and making her drown.
He kissed her tenderly, his fingertips gently rubbing her chin like he was caressing a valuable treasure.
Paige stared into his eyes, raised her hand around his neck, dodged his kiss, and whispered in his ear, “Enrico, let’s just put this in the past, okay?”
Enrico lowered his eyes to look at her, only to see the thin red on her face, more delicate than Rose Estate’s flowers, her eyes with the water in general so lingeringly strangled his line of sight, to see him instantly feel that he doesn’t need to rest again.
“Good.” Enrico agreed.
He admitted that he was mesmerized by her eyes.
At that, Paige arched her eyes, her obviously innocent looks evoking a touch of flirtation.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned toward him a little, and Enrico’s eyes darkened deeply as he was about to kiss her.
But she turned her face around, her lips pressed to his ear, and said in a clear and delicate voice, “Then whoever takes me to task for concealing the birth of a child in the future will be a son of a bitch.”
“Okay, I promise not to mention it again.”
Enrico was full of promises, sideways kissing her at the corner of her eyes, his palm on her waist about to put her down.
“Then you can’t be mean to me again, you came back today looking like you were going to eat me.”
She clung to his neck, refusing to lie down.
Enrico was strangled to the point that his shoulders were aching, but he simply couldn’t afford to let her hands go, so he could only secretly endure it, and on his mouth he still favored, “I’m fierce to you, but it’s not that I’m heartbroken for you?”
“If you really love me, you will listen to me from now on, how about it?” Paige looked at him with coquettish eyes.
Enrico, however, at this moment, sobered up for a moment and looked at her suspiciously, “What do you want me to listen to you?”
Paige flushed and glanced toward the door, “I want to go to the piano by the door.”
“…”
Enrico glanced back and immediately grasped her meaning, a flash of dark desire sweeping across his eyes.
Paige, finally, was getting good at playing.
Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he picked Paige up off the bed as if she were a child, “Fine, I’ll do whatever our Paige says.”
Let him go wherever he wanted.
Paige was also quite cooperative, her arms wrapped around his neck and even gave him a kiss on the side of his face.
Enrico tried to carry her to the piano and set her down when Paige whispered, “The door’s still open, go lock it.”
“Who would dare enter our room without knocking?”
That was a redundant worry on her part.
“I thought you said you’d listen to me on everything?”
“Fine, it’s all yours.”
Enrico looked at the door just a few steps away and naturally didn’t argue with her over such a trivial matter, carrying her towards the door and freeing one hand to lock it.
His fractured shoulder bone on one side involved his entire arm, and it was a bit of a strain to hold her with one hand as Paige gradually slid down his arms.
“I’ll come down.”
Paige, seeing this, kindly got down and watched him rest his hand on the door.
Enrico was about to lock it when a soft catkin suddenly rested on his hand, right over the deer head tattoo on his tiger’s muzzle.
“…”
Enrico raised an eyebrow at her, looking at the door again?
Paige stood beside him and smiled lightly at him, the hand on his fingers suddenly pulling the door open and quickly shoving the long, lanky man in front of her outward in a sprightly motion.
“Bang!” Paige shut the door sharply and locked it.
“…”
Enrico stood outside the door, his shirt floating up in the wind from the door’s vigorous closing, revealing a strong, narrow waist.
His face darkened.
Inside the door, Paige turned around, her face nowhere near half as pouty as it had been a moment ago, not even a blush.
She moved both arms and exhaled slowly.
Soothing.
Let him stay in this room any longer, and her waist and his shoulders, for the rest of her life.
“Bang bang!” The sound of a slamming door came from behind her.
Paige turned back from leaning on a side piano, curved the corners of her mouth, and lifted her voice, “Don’t slam it, Enrico, from now on, until we get each other back on our feet, we’re sleeping in separate rooms.”
“Paige, you don’t think a door is going to shut me out, do you?” Enrico’s voice came from outside.
“You’re the one who said you’d listen to me from now on, and now you want to back out?”
Paige reached out and took the fruit tray aside, taking an apple from it and peeling it leisurely with her pocketknife.
“I’ll do whatever you want about everything else, just not the room-sharing.” Enrico said coldly.
Through the door Paige could imagine how dark his face was right now, she finished peeling the apple and lowered her head to take a bite before slowly saying, “It’s fine if we don’t share a room, let Gabriel stay with us for two months, if this doesn’t work again, it only means that you’re still treating me like a canary and haven’t thought about listening to me.”
Her words fell, and there was silence outside.
After about a couple dozen seconds, Paige heard him curse out.
She leaned against the piano and took a bite of her apple and smiled.
…
In the end, Enrico’s choice was to split the room.
As far as he’s concerned, it’s better to not even look at it than to see it and not eat it, saving him from torturing himself night after night.
The news of Enrico sleeping in the study spread throughout The Gustin family’s villa the next morning.
The young master had just gotten off the plane, so he and the young lady stayed in the room until midnight, and immediately after that, the young master was driven to the study to sleep …
Everyone is an adult and it’s hard not to want to get it in seconds.
So the next morning, Paige saw a bunch of fire-reducing and fire-lowering delicacies on the dining table.