But if it wasn’t Jeremy, what didn’t make sense seemed to make even more sense.
So what was wrong?
Paige raised her eyes to the passageway to the spa pavilion in front of her, lifted her foot and walked through.
The columns on either side were majestic as guards, and the craftsmanship of the relief carvings on the walls was out of this world, breathtakingly beautiful.
She had been here many times, and each time she couldn’t help but stop in this particular passageway, looking at the garden in front and the smoke curling up from the hot spring pavilion in the back.
A gust of wind, accompanied by the scent of the flowers and the white smoke, and a rewarding glance at the walkway mural, was like a wonderland.
Paige paused in the passageway and looked up at the arc-topped bas-relief above her. It was a group portrait, with Western brushstrokes, of smiling people stepping into a bath with their clothes undone and talking to each other in a haze of smoke, beautiful but not colorful, like a feast, with every detail sculpted and painted to the nth degree.
She couldn’t help but feel once again that Enrico’s mother really knew how to design.
She withdrew her eyes and continued on her way, Jeremy lived in a house not far from here.
Just out of the passageway, Paige thought of something, the expression on her face suddenly froze, she turned back incredulously, staring blankly at the wide passageway in front of her.
This … is impossible.
She quickly walked back to the passage, this time, she changed the angle to see the arc top relief.
She stepped onto the skirting stone at the side, her person pressed against the wall, a position she would never normally walk in.
Standing in this position, Paige looked up once more.
Then she was horrified by the sight before her.
Only to see that the original good picture of a blooming bath had turned into a picture of all beings in purgatory, no matter which angle she looked at it, the smiling people were gone, and at this angle she could only see a face of pain, sorrow, and even killing.
The curls of smoke turned into splattered blood.
The pool of clear water seemed to have turned into a pool of blood, and someone was pressing another person’s head into it, without color tones, but the picture was bloody and horrible.
Someone was cowering in the corner with bones and bones, someone was lingering, someone was holding his head and wailing loudly.
“…”
An indescribable coolness traveled through Paige’s fingers, so cold that she winced.
She covered her lips with her hand and stared fixedly at the picture of the purgatorial beings, only to see a line of thick ink slanting out of the twisted pool.
Looking at it for a long time is like … a Ferris wheel that is spinning.
She stumbled off the kicking stone and stared up in disbelief as the picture in front of her turned back into a wonderful bathing picture, as if everything she had just seen was a vision of her.
Paige’s head suddenly became muddled and numb.
It couldn’t be.
It couldn’t be.
Paige’s face went white as the two very different relief drawings, changing in and out of her mind, turned upside down, shocked everything out of her.
For a moment, all that was left around her was a bone-chilling chill, and she couldn’t hear or feel anything.
“Bang.” Suddenly, the back of her head was smashed hard.
Paige was in shock, she didn’t even feel much pain, her eyes went black, and she fainted.
…
Paige was awakened by the sound of a crisp bird chirping.
The chirping sounded like it was in the distance and like it was right in her ears, noisily.
A pang shot through the back of her head.
Frowning, she struggled to awaken in the darkness of her sleep, and finally, her eyes opened, her long eyelashes fluttering.
She was a little dizzy before her eyes, only to see a small window reflecting the bright colors of the outside, dimly lit by what seemed to be the very morning …
“You’re awake?”
The man’s cold voice suddenly rang out.
Paige turned her head warily, and another wave of dizziness came before her eyes; she closed them and opened them again, and saw that it was a fairly clean wooden house, furnished with simple but elegant furnishings, and decorated in an extraordinarily refreshing manner.
In front of a tea table carved with complex patterns, a middle-aged man with gloomy eyebrows picked up the teapot in front of him and slowly poured tea into the cups.
The man dressed in a suit, a rare style of elegance, a head of black hair, a face can vaguely see the handsome style of youth, but, unfortunately, was full of his gloomy with a lot less style.
Jeremy.
It was he who had attacked her.
Just as well, the house was being evicted, making a mess, and everyone was busy heading out, so naturally he was able to figure out how to get out of the house where he was under house arrest.
Paige was lying on the cold floor at the moment, and as she struggled to sit up, her head was spinning again, her arms and legs were weak, she was sweating coldly, and her heart was beating extremely fast, as if it was going to jump out of her throat.
She looked at one of her hands in exasperation.
“I drugged you, don’t exert any force, be careful of sudden death.”
Jeremy let out a low chuckle, picking up the teacup in front of him and taking a slow sip.
“…”
At that, Paige didn’t dare to exert any more force as she supported herself on the floor, leaning against the wall and trying to steady her heartbeat.
Once her heart was a little more comfortable, she raised her eyes to Jeremy.
“How about that, didn’t think it would be me, did you?”
Jeremy sneered slyly and turned his head, a pair of hawk-like eyes sweeping towards her, “The last time we met, what did you say about me remember, how did you receive this big gift of mine? Can still happy?”
Last time we met.
The last time they met was last year when she had just moved into the manor, at that time, she had put him under complete house arrest, and after that, she had only occasionally looked at the reports that the staff had handed in, and hadn’t gone to see him.
What did she say about him, she said that he was incapable, relied on women, and after being defeated, he could never stand up again.
I didn’t realize that those words had stuck with him.
Paige let out a low chuckle as she listened, not forgetting to taunt even when she was out of breath, “Mr. Gustin, can this gift be considered a gift from you to me?”
“…”
Jeremy’s hand on his teacup lurched.
“I can see the relief painting in the spa.”
Paige tried her best to suppress her overly fast heartbeat and looked at him with a smile, “If I’m not mistaken, the Ferris wheel project, could be considered Enrico’s mother’s handiwork, right?”
At those words, Jeremy’s eyes swept a shadowy color, raised the tea cup in his hand and splashed it towards her.
Paige’s breath was so weak that it was too late for her to avoid it, and she was splashed with it, her face was burned with a pain.
Not bad.
It wasn’t boiling water.
She lifted her hand with difficulty to wipe her face and laughed, “I got you? Annoyed?”
“So what if it’s her handiwork, it’s just an outline of what she painted decades ago.” Jeremy set his teacup down heavily.
“What the hell is going on?” Paige pressed.
Hearing this, Jeremy sneered and stood up from the tea table, looking down at her with contempt, “Paige, now that you’ve fallen into my hands and have been drugged by me, don’t you care about caring about whether you live or die?”
I can’t believe I even thought to ask what was going on.
“Mr. Gustin’s thoughts on me must be to kill me, and since I’m not dead, that means you have a use for keeping me.”
Paige said calmly, “In that case, why don’t you clear up my doubts first, I don’t like to leave too many questions.”
Jeremy looked down at her pale but calm face and his gaze drifted for a moment.
Back then, Annie was also this kind of person, no matter what kind of trouble came in front of her, she was able to deal with it calmly.