“What are you doing?” Paige was puzzled. Why was there a red silk ribbon on the staircase railing? Was it prepared beforehand?


    “Don’t move,” Enricomanded in a low voice. Standing behind her, he tied the red ribbon securely, then effortlessly scooped her up in his arms and began ascending the stairs.


    Paige quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to see anything in front of her. However, she had a vague idea of what was happening.


    Upstairs, blindfolded, the ce he wanted her to see must be their new bedroom, right? Was he nning to surprise her?


    She felt herself being carried along a winding path, losing track of direction until, finally, he set her down.


    His deep, maic voice sounded near her ear. “Are you ready?”


    “Yeah, I’ll take it off now.”


    Paige could feel the soft texture of the carpet beneath her feet-it was incrediblyfortable. She spoke as she reached up to remove the blindfold.


    The darkness gave way to light.


    A red velvet carpet stretched from her feet all the way to therge bedroom doors, nked by strings of lights and decorated with beautiful, wrapped gift boxes. It gave her the feeling of celebrating Christmas.


    She nced inside the tworge doors. Exquisite strands of lights twinkled in the distance, making the room look less like a bedroom and more like a vast golden sea of stars-breathtakingly beautiful.


    Paige was a bit taken aback. “Isn’t your room… the one your sister used to live in?”


    She had been there before. That’s what she thought their new room would be.


    “Since it’s our new room, we can’t live in that one. You need your own space. The entire fifth floor is yours,” Enrico dered confidently beside her. Then, ncing at her, he asked, “You don’t seem very surprised.”


    Was she supposed to act more surprised? Well, this was their first romantic gesture after getting married.


    Paige smiled softly, her voice gentle. “I am surprised. We just got our marriage certificatest night. How did you manage to arrange all this so quickly? You’re amazing.”


    “…”


    She didn’t sound very sincere.


    Enrico’s expression remained nk. “I have plenty of staff at my disposal.”


    What was so impressive about decorating an entire fifth floor?


    Paige rubbed her nose, a little sheepish, and admitted, “Okay, I’ll be honest. I did figure some of it out. It’s not my fault though. Everything romantic is online now. Just the other day, I saw one of my staff watching a video where the male lead gifted the female lead every birthday present she’d missed from age one to twenty. He really went all out…”


    In this age of information, even if you haven’t experienced it yourself, you’ve seen it all. But she was still touched.


    Just as she finished speaking, Enrico stood before her, licking his back mr thoughtfully, his expression strange.


    Noticing this, Paige’s smile faltered. “You didn’t…”


    “I did. So what?”


    Enrico red at her, as if daring her toment on how cliche he was.


    Ah.


    He had the same idea as someone else?


    Wasn’t she supposed to be busy every day? How did she even have time to browse the inte and watch random videos?


    “…”


    Paige was at a loss for words, unsure how tofort him. After a moment, she finally grabbed the red ribbon, smiled, and said, “I’m so happy. I can’t wait to see what kind of gifts they are.”


    “Really?” Enrico eyed her, scrutinizing every detail of her face.


    “Yes. So I’m going to start opening them.”


    Paige, worried she might not be able to keep up the act, quickly walked forward. After taking a few steps, she doubled back to kneel down and pick up one of the gift boxes by the edge of the carpet.


    At first, she thought it was just a decoration. But knowing Enrico’s style…


    Paige picked it up and gave it a little shake. Sure enough, there was something inside. She opened the box and pulled out a Western-style jar.


    Lifting the lid, she found… a ck card.


    Paige held the card and looked at the man standing beside her, confused.


    Enrico crouched down with her, the fabric of his trousers tightening around his ankle. He nced at her and exined matter-of-factly, “This is your first-year gift-your starter fund.”


    How thoughtful.


    “Thank you,” Paige smiled, holding the jar. She stood up, ready to head further into the room, but Enrico grabbed her hand. “Open the ones in the other rooms first. Save the master bedroom forst.”


    “Oh,” Paige nodded, choosing a different hallway to explore.


    That’s when she realized Enrico had almost recreated the scale of Rose Estate on the fifth floor. There was a candy room, a study, a painting studio-everything was already set up perfectly.


    She didn’t need to bring anything. Everything was ready for her.


    It wasn’t an overwhelming surprise, but she could tell how much thought had gone into it, and that was enough to move her.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    So she diligently opened each gift: a diamond bear as tall as she was, its belly filled with limited-edition handbags; a stack ofnd ownership deeds with her name on them; priceless museum-quality Western oil paintings; contracts with exclusive jewelry and fashion designers…


    The gifts were, well… very Enrico.


    Standing there, holding a jar full of rare diamonds, Paige looked down at the glittering jewels-blood diamonds, blue diamonds, pink diamonds-stuffed inside like candy. She nced at Enrico standing before her and smiled. Again.


    “I like it. Thank you.” He really had gone all out, throwing money at her from every angle.


    It was fine, though. Having money was better than not having it.


    “That’s all you have to say?” Enrico crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. Her polite, practiced smile was starting to annoy him.


    “When someone is overwhelmed by surprises, it’s hard toe up with many adjectives,” Paige said seriously, still holding the diamonds.


    “Really?” Enrico sounded doubtful, tilting his head. “Come on, next one.”


    “Alright.”


    Paige quickly set the jar down and exhaled quietly. There were three gifts left.


    Hang in there, Paige.


    Enrico had also added a yful twist by hiding the gift boxes in different locations, making her search for them like it was a game.


    Paige yed along, weaving in and out of the rooms on the entire floor. Finally, she found another gift box in the living room.


    This one was only the size of an A4 sheet of paper and t.


    Paige looked at it suspiciously. Could it be a VVVIP card from some luxury store?


    That seemed like something Enrico would do.


    With that thought, Paige still tried to look expectant, slowly opening the gift box under Enrico’s gaze. Inside was a thin stack of paper.


    Paige looked down. It wasn’t a house contract or a store deed. The first page was a hand-drawn sketch.


    A sketch of a sports car.


    In the lower right corner was Enrico’s bold signature.


    This gift caught Paige by surprise. Leaning against the sofa, she looked up at the man beside her. “What is this?”


    “You liked my custom sports car before, so I’m designing another one for you,” Enrico exined, his hands resting on either side of the sofa as he slightly leaned forward. His deep eyes locked onto hers. “Do you want it?”


    “You designed it yourself?”


    Paige was a bit stunned. The car sketch clearly differed from his previous car, and with his signature on it, there could only be one exnation.


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