“Well …”
Paige’s eyes widened in shock, wanting to struggle, Enrico grabbed her hands and pressed them against the pillow, a pair of gray demonic pupils staring fiercely at her, “Paige, messing with me this early in the morning, huh?”
“I’m just … um.”
Paige had just ventured a few sounds when her lips were sealed once again.
Enrico took her lips and rolled them over, his tongue probing and tangling, his eyes hiding dark desire as his hand, still wrapped in gauze, slowly slid down her hand and attacked elsewhere.
“…”
Paige lifted her leg and drove her knee hard toward the man.
The kiss broke instantly.
Enrico wasn’t prepared for her move and was toppled over onto the bed, the man completely snapping out of his drowsiness, “H-hey Paige, do you really want to send me away?”
Paige quickly sits up from the bed and looks at him, “Don’t act like it’s your stomach I’m topping.”
It’s not like it was a messy top.
“Where else would you like to top?” Enrico holds his stomach and looks at her sideways, pain in his eyes, “I didn’t drink a single sip of water last night to serve you, and after you topped me like that, I’m afraid my stomach is already pierced.”
“…”
“My shoulder is still broken.”
“…”
Also, the fracture hadn’t healed yet.
Paige was stunned, seeing that his hand had been covering his stomach and his face was a little white, it seemed that he was really hurt, he felt guilty, “I didn’t mean to, why don’t we go downstairs and eat first.”
Enrico turned his back and ignored her, only pain pouring in.
Why was he like a porcelain doll, he couldn’t be touched at all.
Paige leaned over and reached out to rub his stomach.
Enrico suddenly rolled over and pressed her underneath him, and Paige was shocked and subconsciously raised her legs again.
Enrico lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, “You kick, waste me, you support me for the rest of my life.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with you.” Paige said as she lay there, but didn’t dare go down on her again.
“Whether or not anything happens depends on how far you cooperate.”
Enrico let out an evil low laugh, his thin lips pressed on her lips and rubbed, his voice raspy, his eyes seductive, “My lady, you provoked me first, is it not that you have to be responsible?”
“…”
She just wanted to yell at him to get up.
Paige frowned, “Aren’t you hungry?”
Hearing that, Enrico knew that she wouldn’t resist.
Tch, it seems he was wrong, the trick of selling her misery will always work well in front of her.
Enrico naturally stopped being polite with her and wrapped her in a deep kiss.
“Let’s start with an appetizer.” He said, a long leg kicking the quilt that was in the way right under the bed.
…
After the nonsense, Paige was pulled into the bathroom by Enrico to take a shower.
She dodged a wave of aftershocks by dodging quickly, and she pulled the bathroom door heavily shut, leaving Enrico alone to wash inside.
Paige walked out with a towel in her wet hair and caught a glimpse of a thick stack of papers sitting on the piano.
She walks over to it and sees three large words written in strong penmanship on the top sheet of paper – Pledge.
[I promise to do everything in my power and resources to protect Gabriel for the rest of my life, to keep him safe and happy, to keep him blessed with many years of life, and if I violate this oath, I will be struck by lightning and not be allowed to die.]
Guarantor: Nick.
Witnesses: a long list of lawyers’ stamps.
“…”
What’s this?
Paige looked puzzled and flipped to the next piece of paper to see that all six of the Peak Club had written powerful pledges, words that shocked and sobbed.
Further down the page, there were even ones from Rafael, Jaden, Dr. Clinton, and Butler Beau.
Behind her came the clatter of a door opening.
The next second, she was being held from behind.
Enrico had his arms around her, his chin resting against her shoulder, his wet head rubbing against her, “What are you looking at?”
“What is it?” Paige looked at him in confusion.
At that, Enrico looked at her sideways, his long eyelashes moistened, a pair of eyes as if they had been washed in water, gray and clear, demonic and confusing, “You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?” Paige wondered.
“My lady, you didn’t have such an innocent expression when you forced me to make a will last night.”
Enrico said, reaching forward with one hand, pulling out the thick stack of papers below and slapping them to the top, his voice lazy, “This is an inventory of half of my personal estate.”
“I forced you to make a will?” Paige looked at him in shock and dismissed it without thinking, “Impossible.”
“How is that impossible?” Enrico raised an eyebrow.
“How could I force you to make a will when I want you to live.”
She irritated and irritated him when she was sober, but not so much that she wasn’t speaking from the heart and irritating him when she was drunk, was she?
She said this with a particular eagerness that pleased Enrico well.
His one wet face grew even more sinister as he wrapped his arms around her and said, “But that’s what you made me sign.”
“…”
Paige watched his eyes, a little puzzled as to whether or not he was telling a lie, but she really couldn’t remember, and even the memory of how she got this wound on her head was missing.
She held the thick list of assets in her hands, “What am I doing forcing you to sign these when I’m drunk?”
To force should be to force him to hurry up with his medication, but here is all in favor of Gabriel.
Paige couldn’t figure it out and said, “Forget it, I’m probably just drunk and destroying all these pledges and making a video to send to everyone to put their minds at ease.”
She logically assumed that she had forced everyone to sign these pledges as well.
“Destroy it for what?”
What a nice thing to have.
“How can I take my words seriously when I’m drunk.” Paige rationalized, “Besides Wind Island’s tree has been planted and Gabriel will have enough protection from us from now on.”
“What are you saying?” Enrico stiffened against her, his chest beating like thunder, his eyes locked on hers.
Paige then remembered that she hadn’t told him the great news about their morning of sex, and said, “I said that the trees on Wind Island have been planted and you don’t need to play any more games of either/or, so hurry up with the medication.”
“You’re not lying to me?” Enrico looked at her, did she think he still refused to use the medicine so she created such a falsehood.
“What am I lying to you for, the call logs are right there for you to see for yourself.”
Paige lost her smile, if it wasn’t true she wouldn’t have let him just now.
“Really?” Enrico’s eyes were heavy.
“Really.” Paige said again, “They’re sending over the relevant photos, videos and reports today … Well.”
Enrico pressed his large palms to her head and lowered his head to place a hard kiss on her lips, then held her hard and tight, leaning back against her shoulder and panting heavily, droplets of water falling from the ends of his hair and trickling down to his eyes like a tear.
Alive.
The tree was alive!
With her back against him, Paige could feel the heartbeat in his chest, so clear one after the other.
She couldn’t help but curl her lips, “If I had known the tree would live, I would have left you alone.”
Let him play the great father, why did she have to lay out so much.
“Leave me alone?”
Enrico looked at her, which one was the one who forced him to take the medicine last night and then started worrying about his son, hugging him and crying and laughing and trying to force him to make a will?