The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“I wouldn’t dare.” Facing Enrico’s intense gaze, Jaden quickly lowered his head, his breathing noticeably softer.

Three years and two months-he had nearly forgotten how terrifying the real Enrico could be, making it hard for anyone to look him in the eye.

“You were on time with the blood. Go ahead and replace your car and house,” Enrico said in a deep voice, showing no signs of reproach for Jaden’s earlier wandering thoughts.

Hearing this, Jaden felt a wave of relief and quickly replied, “Thank you, boss. But during your illness, I didn’t manage the group well, and the Gustin Group lost its former glory. I don’t deserve this reward.”

“It doesn’t matter. Even if I let you manage it, I never expected you to surpass me,” Enrico responded indifferently.

“…”

Jaden felt like coughing up blood. There was no need to be so blunt.

After a moment’s thought, he added, “It’s great that you’re regaining your memory, boss. Once we return, you can officially take back control of the group.”

Finally, he could let go of this heavy burden. He was ready to go out, have a drink, and enjoy some nightlife!

“…”

Enrico sat there without much reaction, just staring at the person on the bed.

Jaden, still standing nearby, couldn’t help but focus on Enrico again. There was a distinct difference between the Enrico with memories and the one without. The aura was entirely different…

“What are you still standing around for?” Enrico shot him a disdainful look, clearly irritated.

“Oh, right.” Jaden nodded, then asked hesitantly, “Boss, you haven’t rested in days. Shouldn’t you at least eat something? I bought some snacks…”

Enrico turned his eyes toward him, a sharp look flashing.

Startled, Jaden said, “Boss, I was just wondering-since you’ve regained your memory, do you still remember the past two months?”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Eating snacks and yogurt, right? That would certainly make this wait less dull.

“No,” Enrico replied coldly.

“Not at all?” Jaden was stunned. How could he either lose memories spanning decades or just two months?

Enrico frowned, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. “Jaden, have you gotten so used to being in charge that you’re questioning me now?”

Jaden’s face turned pale. “No, of course not, boss! I was just curious. I’ll leave now. Call me if you need anything.”

Without daring to linger, Jaden quickly exited the room.

The door closed, leaving only two people in the room.

Enrico sat by the bed, his eyes lingering on the woman lying there. His gaze greedily traced her features. After a long while, he slowly lowered his head, resting his forehead on her arm. The warmth of her skin seeped through her sleeve, grounding him in reality.

Three years.

She was finally back by his side.

…

Paige sensed something was wrong.

Every time she woke up, she quickly fell into a deep sleep again, unable to fight the overwhelming drowsiness.

She slept so much that she had no idea how many days had passed. Her sense of time blurred into a blank void.

At first, she thought it was due to her weakness, but after careful reflection, she realized her injuries, though serious, had been most critical on the day they occurred, mainly from blood loss. There were no major bone injuries, nothing that should have kept her unconscious for so long.

It dawned on her-each time she woke up, Enrico would talk to her, but he never mentioned *Temple in Heaven*.

There was no TV, no computer, and not even a phone in the room.

She was completely cut off from the outside world.

Finally, after waking up again, Paige refused to stay lying down. Enrico propped her up with a pillow, positioning her so she could sit comfortably.

“How are you feeling? More comfortable now?” Enrico asked, sitting beside her. His eyes betrayed a deep fatigue he couldn’t conceal.

Seeing this, Paige couldn’t help but ask, “Have you not slept for days?”

“It’s only been two days. Don’t exaggerate.”

Enrico scoffed, picking up a cup of freshly squeezed juice and holding it to her lips with a straw so she could sip without straining.

Paige didn’t feel like drinking, but not wanting to turn down his good intentions, she took a small sip. The rich flavor of the juice flooded her mouth.

One sip was enough. She looked at him and asked, “Only two days?”

It felt like she had been sleeping on and off for centuries.

“What else would it be?” Enrico didn’t retract the cup. “Drink more.”

“I don’t want anymore,” Paige shook her head.

“What are you worried about, needing the bathroom? Don’t worry, you’ve got a catheter in. You’re too injured to be moved around casually.”

“…”

Paige was at a loss for words. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

This was too much.

“Feeling shy?”

Enrico smirked mischievously. “Think about it this way-I’ve even seen you with a catheter, and I’m still here by your side. Doesn’t that prove how much I like you? Feeling better now?”

Not at all.

Right now, she just wanted to dump the juice on his head.

Paige stared at him, speechless. As drowsiness overcame her again, she realized Enrico seemed to be deliberately steering the conversation away from anything related to *Temple in Heaven* or *River Town*.

She pursed her lips, her mind lingering on the taste of the juice. She looked down at the cup and asked, “Why’s the juice so strong? It’s too concentrated.”

Even if something had been added to it, she couldn’t taste it.

“I wanted to boost your vitamin C levels.”

Enrico’s face betrayed nothing as he said, “Drink some more.”

“I don’t want it,” Paige insisted, summoning all her energy to say, “Call Nick or Angie in for me.”

“You’re injured. You sleep all the time, and the little time you’re awake, you want to share with others?”

Seeing her eyes begin to close, Enrico set the cup aside and looked at her intently. “You can ask me anything.”

“You know what I want to ask about-*Temple in Heaven*,” Paige said.

Right now, she desperately wanted to know what had happened in *River Town* and how serious the losses at *Temple in Heaven* were.

At her words, Enrico’s expression darkened. He gazed at her, lips curling slightly. “So, why did you name it *Temple in Heaven*? Were you thinking of me?”

“…”

Paige felt like she was going to explode. She sat up straight and grabbed Enrico’s hand from the bedside, staring at him intently. “The more you keep me in the dark, the more anxious I become.”

“Keep you in the dark about what?”

Enrico looked calm. “Do you want to know how much good karma you’ve accumulated? I can tell you-immeasurable karma.”

“…”

Paige frowned.

“If it weren’t for you, when the police arrived, the whole city would’ve been nearly wiped out.”

Enrico looked at her pale face. “Right now, there are still people outside the hospital praying for you. Two hospital rooms are filled with gifts for you. And yet, here you are, lying injured in bed, unable to even get up to use the bathroom.”

“I wasn’t trying to be a savior.”

She just couldn’t stand by and watch people die. That was all.

“Fine. From now on, just be my woman.”