The teacup shattered on the steps.
The kneeling crowd looked at each other, and when they saw that Enrico’s figure blocked the view of Paige, they knew what was going on. They quickly stood up and retreated.
Hazel on the stretcher was also carried away.
The door was closed, and only Enrico and Paige were left in the hall.
The fire in the fireplace continued to burn.
The light from the stained glass window danced on the carpet, accompanied by the hot breath that made the colored dots jump.
Enrico could not control himself at all. It was as if his own hands had a mind of their own, knowing exactly where they needed to go.
Paige naturally felt all his familiar habits, and her heart beat exceptionally violently.
She climbed onto his shoulders, trying her best to make room to gaze into his eyes, wanting to see the real Enrico in them.
Enrico stared at her, lifted his hand to the upper and lower edges of his glasses, took them off, and casually put them down, his eyes burning.
The embers in the fireplace burst into sparks.
Paige took the initiative once again and kissed him on the lips, lightly nibbling on his teeth.
Enrico let out a breath, rolling his Adam’s apple, his eyes so deep they seemed to want to swallow her. His voice was hoarse, “I’ve never seen a demon look like you before.”
He had clear eyes that could drip water, but he was not at all reserved in his actions.
But he didn’t find it offensive.
Not only did he not feel disgusted, he could even clearly feel the blood in his body excitedly flowing, so excited that it was about to burst through the skin.
At this moment, Paige clearly sensed that the man in front of her was completely Enrico.
Without further ado, she put her arms around his neck and pushed him back onto the throne.
…
The light spots cast by the stained glass window moved from the left to the right side of the carpet.
The teacups on the steps were still in pieces.
The air was filled with a decadent smell.
Paige sat on the throne, a little out of breath, and ran her hand over her collarbone, feeling the teeth marks on it.
She looked down at the man sitting below her in his jumpsuit.
Bad man.
Paige glanced back, picked up the clothes next to her and took a look. They were already too torn to be worn.
She reached out and pulled the shirt that Enrico was putting on over his body and put it on herself, buttoning it up one by one.
Enrico stepped on the steps with bare feet and looked back at her. She was sitting on the big throne with her snow-white legs bent, wearing his shirt. Her originally pale face was flushed, and even her hair had become messy.
He suddenly wanted to recall the past.
He reached out.
Paige extended her foot and resisted his hand, preventing him from getting any closer.
Enrico didn’t get angry either, but smiled, picked up his glasses and put them back on, staring at her and saying, “You’re my woman.”
It was no longer a question.
It was a certainty.
He knew her body so well that even every bone felt familiar to him.
Paige buttoned the last button on her shirt. Hearing this, she leaned lazily against the back of the chair behind her, hiding from the patterns on either side, and sat in the very center to rest her tired body.
This appearance is very similar to that of a queen sitting high above, but she also has a pure face.
I want to surrender, but also want to… dominate.
Enrico sat below her and couldn’t help but lick his lower lip.
Paige looked down at him, “So, what else did you think of?”
Enrico, who was content and relaxed, heard this and the curve of his lips deepened, “This isn’t our first time.”
“…”
Gabriel is four years old, can it still be the first time?
Paige pursed her lips.
Enrico looked down at his chest and the three scratches on it were very obvious, “How much did I forget, you used to be so conservative, how did you become so wild?”
You moved so decisively.
So conservative in the past?
Paige froze, looking directly at him, “Who do you think I am?”
“Hazel, we grew up together, besides you, would I find another woman?”
Enrico laughed, and there was no longer any suspicion in his eyes.
Although the fact that this was not the first time he and she had been intimate shocked him, it also convinced him that she was the real Hazel.
He had indeed lost some of his memory, but he had not mistaken her.
There was no doubt about that.
Paige suddenly felt that all her sacrifices on the throne had been for nothing. “Are you so sure? Then how do you explain Hazel calling me Paige, how do you explain that everyone thinks Hazel is not me, and how do you explain the crowd that appeared at the city gate today?”
She did all this not to convince him that she was Hazel, but to give him an opportunity to reveal his true self.
As a result, he…
Upon hearing this, Enrico’s eyes darkened.
He reached out and took her ankles, making her feet rest on his thighs, and gently rubbed the tops of her ankles with his fingertips. “When did you know about what I did? How much do you know?”
“…”
Paige looked at him, not knowing where to start.
“That I know how to hypnotize, that I have a group of subordinates, or…”
Enrico paused, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes. “You even knew that I was manipulating the various families?”
Paige still looked at him in silence.
Seeing that there was not the slightest hint of surprise on her face, Enrico thought that he had guessed correctly and could not help but smile mockingly, “You dislike me so much that you went over to the Folsom family? And let that cripple Leonard come after me?”
“…”
“Leonard does have the means to recreate a Hazel and find my territory,”
Enrico gazed at her face. “I can understand why you don’t approve of what I’ve done, and I can also understand why you want to use Leonard to bring me down. After all, you’ve always been kind-hearted. You let the Folsom family go and took my people with you, just in case I killed those useless guards in a fit of rage.
“But what I can’t understand is why you had to change your name and arrange a fake identity in advance to escape? You want to leave me before I’m brought down?”
Enrico’s voice grew cold as he spoke.
Paige sat on the throne, almost blankly looking at him.
She was surprised to find that Enrico had made everything self-consistent and logical.
There were no loopholes.
“Paige,” he said, stretching his thin lips as he pronounced her name, “Paige, the name you gave yourself is not bad.”
Paige.
He still called her Paige first, even though Enrico was still there. Why did his thinking still follow JT’s pattern?
Paige curled her legs up on the throne and hugged her knees, not wanting to say anything.
“You don’t have anything to say?” he said.
What else could she say?
The truth in her head was not as plausible and flawless as what he had made up.
Seeing her like this, Enrico didn’t pursue the matter. He got up and picked her up from the throne, saying gently, “I can see that you’re tired too. I’ll carry you to rest.”