The night was thick with darkness, and Enrico at the time only had one thought: this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he can’t let it go.
Arresting all his subordinates and forcing him to be like this, and then stepping on his face to get married? He just let Leonard marry a dead person back.
Probably everyone was waiting for the big move the next day, so there were almost no guards on the streets of the residential area.
Enrico easily relied on the cover of darkness to get to the familiar residential building. The door was not closed securely, and he entered the room without any difficulty.
Red satin was hung everywhere in the small room, with the word “happy” pasted on it.
All the red was hidden in the dark night.
He walked step by step to the bed. Paige was already asleep on the bed. In the cold weather, she didn’t even cover herself with the quilt, but just curled up and fell asleep. Her face looked pale and weak even in the dark. Her hands were placed by her face, and one of them was holding a medicine bottle.
He sat down by the bed and reached out to turn the medicine bottle in her hand. He saw the words “strong sleeping pills” on it.
She probably took something to help her sleep.
Huh.
So excited about getting married that she can’t sleep, and she has to rely on medicine?
He reached out and touched her face. The skin under his fingers was soft and smooth, and it felt cold.
In the darkness, he looked at her coldly, and his fingertips traced from the corner of her eye, slowly stroking downwards. He had to say that this woman had cast a spell on him that was too deep. At this moment, all he could think about was the two of them on the throne, the madness in bed…
It made him hate to relive it again.
But he would no longer let her sway his thoughts.
He slowly withdrew his hand from her and a cold light pierced the darkness.
He held the dagger horizontally at her slender neck. No matter what she had done to him, whether it was a spell or not, as long as he plunged the dagger in, his grudge against her and his resentment against Leonard could be settled.
Just one stab.
His hatred in his heart could be settled.
He looked coldly at the woman in the bed, his hand gripping the dagger as he pressed it downwards. A bead of blood oozed out against the sharp blade.
To his shock, he realised that he hadn’t hurt her at all. His little finger naturally reached out to block the blade, cutting it open.
Blood dripped down her pale neck, blooming like a seductive flower in the darkness.
His hand suddenly began to shake.
He couldn’t help it.
This was impossible! Could it be that he would spend his entire life unable to let go of his hatred for her, that he would have to look at her like this, and after seducing him, she would happily marry Leonard?
Struggles and emotions grew like vines in his body, reaching out in all directions, eager to strangle all his nerves.
Today, there must be an end to it!
Marrying Leonard was out of the question-
He raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it recklessly at her chest.
A drop of blood fell on her clothes.
“Enrico Gustin…”
She suddenly murmured, as if she had dreamed something. Her eyelashes trembled, and a tear rolled down the corner of her eye. “I’m so tired…”
“Clang.”
The dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
The sound woke the person in the bed. Her closed eyes twitched, as if she were about to wake up, or as if she were trapped in a dream and unable to wake up.
She curled up even tighter, taking on the most helpless posture, tears silently trickling down her face, wetting her hair and the pillow.
Enrico Gustin.
Who was that?
Who was that name?
Who was she calling?
Even he himself could not say for sure what it felt like at that moment last night. It was as if his heart had been punched, and his mind was in a state of chaos.
There were so many chaotic thoughts rushing at him.
The fire in the countryside, his dead parents; the snow blanketing the sky, his sister committing suicide in front of him;
the ancient city walls, the steel and concrete skyscrapers; the power of influence that manipulated everything, the Gustin Group that monopolized multiple industries;
The melodious singing on the stage, the confident speech on the podium;
the interdependence on the road of escape, the kissing and hugging in the foreign building.
One scene after another repeatedly spins before his eyes, and after all the fragments become clear, they turn into black mist and engulf him.
He stumbles to the ground, his head splitting.
Why did those images appear? Did this woman instill them in him?
No, this woman didn’t give them to him, he already had them…
This was an abnormality that could only be caused by hypnosis. He was hypnotized? Who could hypnotize him? He was the most powerful one.
No, he was hypnotized.
His memory was full of images of hypnotizing others, but in recent days, he had not hypnotized anyone at all, not a single person.
He was not JT…
He was not JT at all.
Then who is he? Then who is he? What were those images? Those streets full of street lamps, those tall buildings, those people bowing before him and speaking carefully… Who were they? Who were they?
He broke out in a cold sweat.
The room was suffocating him, and he was in such pain that he almost vomited.
Enrico fell to the ground, groped in the dark for the dagger, and without thinking cut his arm, which gushed blood.
But the pain did not wake him up for a few seconds. More and more images assaulted his vision, as if two worlds were spinning in front of him. He couldn’t accept it, he simply couldn’t accept it…
He leaned against the wall to stand up, stumbled out and rushed out, running forward recklessly.
Who was going to marry Leonard?
Hazel? Paige?
Then who was he?
He wasn’t JT, and who was Paige to him?
He didn’t even remember how far he had run. His arm was bleeding, but he kept running until the sky gradually brightened, and the hazy light illuminated the entire city.
He ran past tree after tree, each one covered in red silk. The silk fluttered in the wind, and the red color was eye-catching.
He ran from darkness to dawn, until he reached the eastern city gate.
A group of people saw his strange expression and finally subdued him.
He was pressed tightly against the snow-covered city wall, his face forced downwards, and he was immersed in the snow in a miserable state. Drops of blood from his arm fell and stained the snow red.
He flailed around like a madman until he glanced down and saw the red trees all over the city.
Only then did the chaotic world gradually begin to clear.
In the wild trees, Enrico reclined on the sturdy trunk, holding Paige in his arms, playing with her hair, his eyes dark.
He thought about all this, but didn’t say a word.
He didn’t tell her that if it weren’t for her having someone tie ribbons all over the city, he was afraid he would have lost his mind at this moment.
Those guarding the city gates later confessed that in the early hours of the morning, he looked like a madman, his eyes unfocused, his behavior irrational, as if a beast had charged forward in a frenzy, and no matter what they said, he couldn’t hear them.
It wasn’t until he was pinned against the city wall that he suddenly became quiet.
Paige looked at her hair, which he had played with until it was knotted, a little helpless, and said out loud, “When we get back, don’t say that you woke up because you saw the red ribbon, okay?”