Jaden walked in from outside. Hearing this, he glanced at Paige, looking at her for a long moment before saying, "Yes, she does resemble Miss Gustin. She was quiet like this when she had her episodes."
"She was only 21 when she died." Enrico's voice grew particularly somber, as if suppressing some emotion.
"This young lady has passed the basic health checks. No contagious diseases, and she poses no immediate threat. It's safe for you to be with her, but still, be cautious," Jaden reported. "Also, we couldn't find any record of her identity."
"Not important. A substitute doesn't need an identity." Enrico scoffed dismissively.
'So, it's probably an old lover. What is this? His schizophrenic lover died, so he finds a 21-year-old mental patient to replace her? What the hell!' Paige cursed inwardly.
Enrico sat across from her, casually taking off his coat and tossing it aside. "Leave us. I'm going to take a nap."
"Yes, sir." Jaden nodded and retreated, stepping out of the room.
'Wait, what does he mean by taking a nap? What's going on?' Paige wondered as Enrico suddenly reached out and patted her face like she was a pet.
"Remember, from today on, you belong to me."
A chill ran down Paige's spine. 'What does he mean, I belong to him? What is he planning?' She tensed up immediately.
Enrico started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a perfect set of abs, with no trace of fat.
Paige was speechless. 'Seriously? Undressing in front of a "mentally ill" patient? Is he a pervert? Stop undressing!'
Enrico stood up, his hand resting on his belt. With a flick of his fingers, the belt was off.
Paige held her breath. 'Please, stop undressing!'
As if he heard her internal pleas, Enrico stopped. He held the shirt in his hand and walked toward the bathroom.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, Paige jumped up from the sofa. She had to get out of this place.
She walked over to the window and looked outside. Several guards stood in the courtyard, guns at their waists.
Paige was in a dilemma. On Wind Island, there were no laws or moral constraints, and many people couldn't control their desires. However, they didn't dare to target her. She never expected that the president of the top conglomerate would be interested in a mental patient. What kind of kink was this? It was insane.
There was no way out through the main door. Paige roamed the house, found a room, and reached out to push open the window. Looking down, she realized she could jump onto the top of the wall and then down to the ground. It wasn't difficult, but the challenge was doing it without making a sound. Otherwise, she'd be caught immediately.
She decided to give it a try. She gritted her teeth and climbed up onto the window. Just as she was about to jump, she heard footsteps outside the door.
'How did he finish his shower so quickly?' Paige looked at the door in shock as the footsteps grew closer and closer.
The footsteps stopped at the door.
Without thinking, Paige slid down from the window, closed it, and sat on the nearby bed, pretending to bite her nails in a daze.
"You ran here!" The irritated voice echoed in the room.
Paige didn't lift her head. She glanced at a crystal ornament nearby, thinking that three years ago, she had stabbed that old man in his lower body. Worst case, she'd do it again now.
With that thought, she began to calm down.
The scent of men's body wash enveloped her, and a white bathrobe came into view.
Paige swallowed nervously and slowly looked up.
Enrico stood in front of her, watching her. His short hair was damp, with water droplets running down his forehead, along his sharp cheekbones, and disappearing into the half-open bathrobe.
"Run without my permission, and I'll break your legs. Understand?"
He suddenly bent down, staring at her with an overpowering, threatening presence that made her shiver.
She knew he wasn't joking.
She stiffened, leaning back as Enrico leaned in, his hands on either side of her, trapping her in his embrace.
Paige held her breath and inched towards the crystal ornament.
"Ha, I forgot, you're a mental patient. You probably don't understand a word I'm saying."
He sneered, his eyes drifting to her pink lips as he slowly lowered his head.