His gaze was burning.
He actually asked her seriously if she minded. When did he become so concerned about the big picture?
Did he want her to be jealous, or was he really hypnotized to a certain extent, too into the character of JT?
“Why are you so quiet?” Enrico looked directly at her, his gaze almost piercing her.
Paige ran her hand through her hair and paced around, then after a while she pursed her lips and said, ‘No, I don’t mind. I know what’s going on.’
He was being so magnanimous, so what could she do?
Make trouble with him regardless of the situation, and put him in an even more dangerous position?
Enrico didn’t say anything.
“It’s just a wedding, I can put up with it.” Paige looked at him expressionlessly, ‘I’ll come to the ceremony and give you two wreaths.’
“Wreaths?” Enrico raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, flower baskets, my mistake,” Paige said coldly, still expressionless.
“Huh? Mistake?” Enrico stared at her with a half smile.
“It’s getting late, I need to go back to the Folsom family, and you should get some rest too.” Paige’s tone was completely cold, ‘I wish you a hundred years of happiness.’
With that, she reached out and pulled open the door, ready to walk out.
The man suddenly leaned in, embracing her from behind, firmly squeezing her slender body, his face buried in her neck.
Then Paige heard a low, muffled laugh.
“My Paige is so cute when she’s jealous.” The man’s voice was sexy, magnetic, and accompanied by a hint of triumph.
Paige’s body went numb, and she turned her head to look at him.
Enrico rested his chin on her shoulder and was staring up at her, his eyes so deep they looked like they were about to devour her.
As soon as she turned her head, his chin was caught in his hands, and his handsome face immediately lowered, and her lips were sealed.
Her heart throbbed fiercely.
Enrico turned her around, engulfed her lips in a wanton kiss, lowered his head to take possession of the sweetness of her lips and tongue, and rolled over and over.
He then raised his hand to close the door again, pressing her against the somewhat shabby door and kissing her deeply.
The searing heat travelled down the corner of her mouth, travelled across her chin, and stopped at her slender neck.
Enrico took a deep breath of her scent, and the emptiness in his chest was finally filled. “Hey,
I missed you!”
He said, his thin lips imprinted on her neck, and he licked and kissed her recklessly.
Paige couldn’t help but tilt her head back, and when she saw the bright moon in the sky, her breathing became erratic.
“You did that on purpose?” Her voice broke as she was kissed, adding a touch of charm to the cool moonlight.
Enrico laughed again, ‘Looks like my Paige missed me too, huh?’
He looked up and stared deeply at her, a little deep and a little bad.
The familiar feeling came back completely.
That gaze that was exclusive to her also returned.
Paige didn’t know whether to be happy or angry for a moment, and she glared at him, “What kind of disease is it that you love to see me jealous?”
It was inexplicable.
Not once, but twice.
“Nothing, it’s purely for fun,”
Enrico said wickedly, cupping her face in his hands and stroking her cheeks with his fingertips in a circular motion, “Tsk, your eyes are so red, you’re almost crying with jealousy, so pitiful, it makes my heart ache.”
“Again? You said you were happy.” Paige said with a bad temper.
“It’s both happy and painful,” Enrico said without thinking.
“…”
Paige was speechless.
He’d better shut up, what kind of words are these.
Enrico put her between himself and the door, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips again. His voice was low, “Tell me, you’ve been with me for so long, when have there been other women around me? I didn’t even know what you looked like when you were jealous. Now I have to find a chance to take a look, don’t I?”
Upon hearing this, Paige looked up at him and said without thinking, “That time at the night market, that woman’s toes were all over your thighs.”
You call that no other women around?
Did he have selective amnesia?
What kind of memory was that?
Enrico’s face twitched slightly as he said, “That was a killer.”
Paige pulled his hand away from her face and looked at him coldly, “Don’t you like to see me jealous? Here, I’ll show you.”
Enrico put his hand on the door behind her and fell silent.
“The night at the night market, you were glued to that woman like Siamese twins. After you sat down, you weren’t still. Her toes kept brushing against your trouser leg, and she was lying in front of you with very little clothing on. From your angle, you must have seen her body. Was it a good view?”
Sigh.
“Also tonight, you looked at Hazel with love in your eyes. I’ll give you credit for your acting, but if you’ve practiced this much, you must have spent some time with her when I wasn’t around, right? There must have been some physical contact.” Paige continued.
“…”
“Tell me, what kind of physical contact did you have?”
Paige looked at him with a smile, “Did you hug? Did you hold hands? Did you kiss? And after that, did you have to consummate the marriage with Hazel to complete the scene?”
Paige’s unique sense of oppression came crashing down on him.
Enrico was used to being in control, and it was rare for him to feel this suffocating sense of being stared at until he could hardly breathe.
“Cough.”
He cleared his throat, “Come on, give me another kiss.”
“No.”
Paige held up a finger against his lips to stop him, “What do you say? You’re a man with a marriage contract now, what’s the point of being intimate with me like this? Am I a mistress?”
“Even if you have mercy on me and marry me afterwards, you’ll still be in a second marriage.” Paige rolled her eyes, “Am I not getting a bit of a bargain?”
“…”
“Isn’t it more enjoyable to listen now?” Paige asked him.
It was enjoyable.
It was so good that he was a little panicked.
He kind of knew that there was a limit to making a woman jealous, and beyond that limit, it would be fatal.
The direction of this statement was like it was going to separate them.
Enrico looked at her aggressive, calculating look, took her finger and kissed it, suddenly frowned, took a breath, and said, “Uh…”
“What’s wrong?” Paige looked at him.
“Nothing, I hid a wooden thorn to prevent being hypnotized, but I didn’t expect it to still hurt.” Enrico glanced at his hand.
Seeing this, Paige quickly took his hand and opened it. Sure enough, there were many small red dots on the palm of his hand and fingers, which had obviously been stuck in very deeply and would be difficult to recover from for a while.
“Why did you do that?” Paige frowned worriedly.
Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and it’s a shame that he was so unfriendly to her.
“There’s no way. They want to hypnotize me into becoming JT, and they want me to go flirt with another woman to make you suffer. How could I possibly agree to that? After all…”
Enrico paused, lowered his head, and rested his forehead against hers, looking deeply into her eyes. His voice was hoarse, ‘I will be yours until the day I die, Paige.’
This sudden declaration of love…
Paige looked up at him, unmoved, “Are you trying to change the subject?”
“Ouch, that hurts…” Enrico let out another gasp.