She kept calling him Hazel, and she kept thinking that it sounded so strange.
Paige lowered her eyes, not wanting to look at the depth in his eyes, and just stared at the fire in the stove. The potatoes were sizzling, and she casually said, “I wonder how long it takes to bake?”
Her hand was pinched again.
“It’s almost done.”
Enrico squeezed her hand as if he were holding a stuffed animal, gazing at her with gentle eyes and speaking casually as if they were just chatting, “Actually, the food we ate on the road was not potatoes, but sweet potatoes.”
Paige’s fingers stiffened and she suddenly looked up at him.
Did he realize so quickly that she was not the real Hazel? Testing her?
If he knew she was fake, in JT’s reckless style, wouldn’t he…
Enrico sat there, still smiling gently, without any ill will. When he saw her looking over, his smile deepened, and he squeezed her cold hand, “I was just joking with you. It’s potatoes.”
“…”
Paige looked at the man in front of her. Obviously, he was someone she knew very well, but she felt the shadow of another man in him.
Just the shadow was enough to make her shudder.
“It should be done roasting.”
Enrico let go of her hand and used a metal tong to remove the potatoes, placing them on a cloth nearby. He wiped the black on the potatoes with the cloth to reveal the inside, which was fragrant.
He wrapped them in the oil paper nearby and handed them to her, sprinkling some fine salt on top.
Paige took them and took a bite. They were a little hot, salty, and she couldn’t say whether they were good or not.
“Are they good?” Enrico looked at her.
Paige nodded, and Enrico laughed and rubbed her head, “How come you’re always so easily satisfied?”
His palm fell, still the same temperature as before, but Paige felt as if she saw a blade fall, radiating cold light.
“…”
She sighed inwardly.
Back then, Hazel, being loved by such an unpredictable man as JT, should have been very crazy.
There is a benefit to having one’s thinking fixed a hundred years ago: no matter how crazy one is, there is still a little bit of empty etiquette.
Of course, it could also be that JT was used to being hypocritical in front of Hazel.
The two had not yet officially married. Paige went to sleep, and Enrico stayed by her bed for a while, then got up, extinguished the candles, and left.
The room was dark.
Paige opened her eyes and sat up in bed, waiting silently in the silent darkness.
After estimating that it had been more than an hour, and Enrico should have gone to sleep, she got out of bed.
After thinking for a moment, she turned back, stuffed a pillow into the quilt to create the illusion that someone was sleeping, and then reached out to lower the mosquito net.
After doing all this, Paige tiptoed out of the door.
…
Hazel’s home was not particularly far from the Folsom family, and Paige, as she remembered, drove all the way back to the Folsom Group at night.
The front door of the mansion was closed, but faint light shone through.
Paige went up to the door and knocked. The door was quickly opened, and a nervous-looking guard came out. He looked at Paige and froze, “Miss Paige?”
There were many people standing in the courtyard, all of them looking nervous.
Hearing this, the butler immediately ushered Paige in, “Miss Paige, you’re finally back. Where’s our master?”
“… Cousin hasn’t returned yet?”
Paige frowned. She still wanted to come over to find out some news.
“No, after the third and fourth masters left yesterday, they never returned. We were afraid that people with ulterior motives would see them, so we dared only search secretly, and we’ve all gone crazy.” The butler was so nervous, ‘What are we going to do?’
Paige glanced inside and saw that not only Kevin, but none of the Folsom family had returned.
“I’ll figure something out.”
Paige turned around and thought for a moment before saying, “Give me the car.”
Cars from this era are not very easy to drive. Paige had to learn how to drive on the spot before she was able to drive the car out of the Folsom family and head towards the Davis family.
The huge Davis family mansion was completely dark in the night.
It looked like a ghost town.
Paige parked the car far away and looked up. She could vaguely see a few heads on the mansion wall. Someone was keeping a secret watch, waiting for the right moment.
Combined with Enrico’s attitude today, where he never leaves her side, she fears that everyone has been captured by Enrico.
But if Enrico can capture them, the Folsom family will also leave her a message.
Paige reached out and picked up a hat next to her and put it on, then picked up a black cloth and covered her face, pushed open the car door and got out.
She deftly avoided the hidden guards and snuck up to the Davis family wall, taking advantage of the cool moonlight to look around.
There was nothing special, just some very small stones scattered on the ground.
Paige remembered that there were such small stones piled together for decoration by the river in the center of the underground city.
Without any hesitation, she followed the direction of the stones and tracked them all the way, weaving through the city.
There were no lights on the road at night, and no one was around.
Paige walked quickly forward. Fortunately, transportation was not well developed in this era, and only large families like the Folsom family had cars.
The Folsom family was taken out in large numbers, making them a big target. Since they didn’t have a car to transport them, the transfer location was not far away. Paige quickly found an uninhabited-looking house.
The house had a yard.
Inside came the sound of wailing.
Paige jumped onto the wall using the large tree next to it. Looking down, she saw a log in the courtyard with a person tied to it. Two people were beating him repeatedly with whips.
“…”
Paige looked at the moonlight and saw that the person tied up was actually Justin.
Justin was hanging his head, motionless, his cloak torn and bloodstained, looking as if he was about to die.
She frowned. Justin couldn’t die, Kevin and Nick were counting on him to wake them up.
Paige tossed two small stones she had picked up on the way, and threw them.
A dog barked furiously in the alley.
The two men were startled, opened the gate with their whips in hand, and glanced out.
Paige threw several more stones in quick succession, and the dog barked even louder.
“What’s going on? Someone there?”
“Let’s check it out.”
The two men continued walking out of the house.
Paige jumped down from the wall, landed firmly, walked up to Justin, and took a moment to check his breathing.
She walked over to the window, lifted her hand and carefully lifted the corner of the curtain to look inside.
It was dark inside, almost impossible to see, but she could vaguely make out people sitting on the floor, and others standing, presumably the guards, all looking a little drowsy as they held their guns.
She looked down and met Kevin’s gaze in the darkness.
Kevin was sitting against the wall, not sleeping at all, and he met her gaze straight on, a little surprised.
Paige lifted her hat to reveal her forehead and eyes, and not only Kevin, but everyone in the Folsom family who couldn’t sleep recognized her. They all winked at her, hinting at the location of the guards in the house.
Blanca raised her eyes and looked at her worriedly.
Paige stood by the window, counted the number of guards and the square plates, formed a plan in her mind, carefully lowered the curtain, and pushed open the door.