Blanca even said this, and frankly pulled her sleeve up to expose her arm to her.
The old scars on it were of different shades of color, but the new ones… were nonexistent.
Paige watched quietly, her mood suddenly lightened.
Blanca turned around, and Paige called out to her, hesitatingly saying, “How about… you live here?”
Hearing this, Blanca turned around again, very surprised. She had planned to leave after Alonso finished talking to Enrico, but she never expected Paige to ask her to stay.
After a long moment, she nodded with a smile, “Okay.”
Of course it was okay.
That way, she could protect Paige closely.
Watching Paige’s slowly changing attitude, Blanca couldn’t help but be nosy, “Go to bed early. You look so tired every day. Enrico… You should talk to him. During the work, don’t keep using unnecessary energy. It’s not good for either of you.”
“…”
Unnecessary energy.
Paige’s ears flushed. Could she still go through with this? Why did everyone keep pushing her into such an embarrassing situation?
She could only pretend not to understand and say, “I’ll go get your toiletries.”
“Toiletries?” Alonso had heard Paige’s voice from outside as he walked in, and couldn’t help but look at Blanca, “You live here?” Enrico slowly followed in, glancing at Paige.
Paige’s heart skipped a beat. In a situation like this, she couldn’t help but want to keep Blanca, but how had she forgotten that this was the place where Enrico and his sister had grown up together and had special meaning for him.
She shouldn’t have.
She frowned slightly and looked at him with some unease. Enrico stared at her with a somewhat carefree expression on his face, no different from usual, and not displeased.
Paige’s heart eased a little, and she heard Alonso say from the side, “It really is too late today, I’ll go back to the Davis family tomorrow.”
“…” Blanca looked at him.
“…” Enrico looked at him.
“…”
Paige also looked at him. Alonso stood there, clearing his throat, looking at Paige with a fake calm, with a secret expectation in his dark eyes.
Paige nodded thoughtfully, “Okay, I’ll have Nick arrange a hotel for you.”
“…”
Alonso ran out of breath, and after a long pause, he said, “I can find it myself.”
“Okay,”
Paige answered, then went upstairs without looking back.
…
Paige returned to the room with Enrico. The curtains were left open, and the cool moonlight flowed into the bedroom like water.
Paige sat on the bed and looked at the man standing in front of the bed, saying, “I’m sorry for letting Blanca stay without your consent.”
Enrico was reading a document on his phone when he heard her voice. He looked at her with some confusion and said, “You are my woman, and my place is your place, so why do you need my consent?”
It turned out that he hadn’t taken it seriously at all.
Paige curled her legs up and sat cross-legged on the bed, her mouth curving up as she nodded vigorously.
Enrico sat down beside the bed and ran his long fingers over the screen of his phone, seemingly replying to a message. It was a long reply.
Paige leaned over to take a look and found that it was a group chat with the senior management. She couldn’t help teasing him, “Mr. Gustin has to type it himself? Can’t he just send a voice message?”
On hearing this, Enrico lifted one hand and placed it on her head, petting her, while continuing to send the message with the other hand. He said, “Sending a voice message would dirty my Paige’s ears.”
“…”
Paige was silent.
So all the words you wrote in this long paragraph were all swear words.
She sat quietly on the side watching him type on the screen. His handwriting was very nice, with long, clean fingers and distinct knuckles. It moved quickly across the screen, reminding her of the way he played with matches, very provocative.
Only after she saw him press send did Paige ask, “You and Alonso have known each other for a long time?”
Enrico rested his phone on his lap, loosened his fingers, then picked it up again to continue typing… swearing.
While cursing, he replied to her in a low voice, “Well, when I was a teenager, he would come to see me two or three times a year, and he would find different teachers to teach me things.”
“Teachers?” Paige was stunned.
“Why do you think I was able to drive Jeremy out of power with just a gun?”
Enrico said, “There was only so much that school could offer. I first learned about finance and the human heart, including some systematic skills, but he disappeared after two or three years.”
“I see,” Paige said, “He kept Annie’s will and did not intervene in The Gustin family’s villa, and could only protect you in this way.”
In that case, Alonso had done a good deed.
“That’s probably the case.”
Enrico never imagined that the person who taught him was Paige’s biological father. Knowing his identity, it can be said that it explains the reason why Alonso taught him.
She had never enjoyed a day of paternal love in the past, but this person had spent time on him.
Thinking so, Enrico paused in his typing and turned to look at her, his eyes as deep as the starry night, and his thin lips slightly curled up in a smile.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Paige looked at him strangely.
“Actually, I’ve known about you for a long time,” he said, his voice sexy.
“What?” Paige was taken aback.
“He told me about you.”
Enrico propped himself up on the quilt with one hand, his handsome face right in front of her, staring at her intently, “He said he had a daughter born in a foggy day, with very clean eyes, as if washed in the morning dew.”
After all these years, he suddenly realized that he could still remember Alonso’s sour words.
He even remembered that it was also a night in the middle of nowhere with no one around. Alonso built a fire and he used branches to stir the fire. That’s where Alonso was, rambling on and on about his daughter.
He never deliberately remembered it, but now that he thinks about it, every word is clear.
Moreover, the fire he had poked grew very large and strong, and the sparks even burned his fingertips, causing pain that reached his heart.
“…”
Paige looked at him in a daze.
In other words, Enrico had known about her existence since he was a teenager.
“I was a bit nervous back then,” Enrico stared deeply at her, speaking deliberately slowly and slowly.
“Nervous about what?” Paige didn’t understand.
“Because I kept thinking that no one would do me a favor for free. This man came to teach me for no reason, so he must have other motives. But he didn’t say anything else, just that he had a daughter.”
Enrico stared at the confusion in her eyes, and then paused before continuing, “I thought he must want to force his daughter on me.”
“…”
You were quite thoughtful in your teens.
“Because of this, I even lost sleep for several nights,” Enrico said as he pinched her soft earlobe.
“Worried?” Paige laughed.
“Of course I was worried. He was trying to sell his daughter in such a roundabout way, so she must be really ugly,”
Enrico said. “Then I made up my mind. In order to get Jeremy to fall for her, I didn’t care if she was ugly, I would just look at her eyes and not look at anything else.”
Didn’t I say that her eyes were particularly pure?