In this tense moment of mutual probing, Enzo's mouth also carried a smile, and Alessia didn't feel any danger from him.
Alessia didn't look away or speak, neither admitting nor denying.
They maintained this posture for about a minute, and in the end, Enzo was the first to straighten up and step back.
He poured himself another glass of wine, drank it in one go, and when he looked at Alessia again, a layer of mist had covered his eyes.
Now it was clear that Enzo, even if not completely drunk, was at least quite intoxicated.
He rubbed his very short-cropped hair, hands in his pockets, and coolly said to Alessia, "Sia, since you're at my house and haven't seen the rooms yet, come on, let me show you around."
With that, he twisted and turned, leading the way ahead.
Alessia had come tonight with a purpose, no matter what Enzo wanted to do.
In this situation where she didn't need to ask, she couldn't refuse the opportunity to visit the house.
The spacious villa was occupied only by Enzo, and wherever he took Alessia, it was bright.
The basement was a gym, the second floor was an entertainment room, the third floor had guest rooms, and the fourth floor...
Enzo stopped with Alessia at the staircase leading to the fourth floor.
He had already turned on the lights on the fourth floor in advance, and now all the lights in the house were on.
Leaning against the railing, he suddenly turned around, pointing upstairs and said, "Sia, do you really want to see where I usually sleep upstairs?"
Alessia didn't say anything.
Enzo burped, raised a finger to his lips, and whispered, beckoning Alessia closer.
Alessia hesitated for a moment, then approached.
Enzo, acting like a child, suddenly turned and ran upstairs.
Alessia could only follow.
The design of the fourth floor was different from the other floors, with a door installed at the entrance of the stairs with a password lock.
Split in half, no one could see what was inside from outside.
After running upstairs, Enzo leaned against the wall by the door, waiting for Alessia to arrive.
When Alessia came up, Enzo didn't move but signaled to her, "Sia, open it..."
Alessia glanced at the password lock. "Password."
A small door couldn't stop her, but she couldn't use hacking techniques to open the lock directly in front of the host.
"You know the password!" Enzo looked at her.
A complex emotion flashed through Alessia's heart.
Enzo said she knew the password, which meant she had been to Enzo's house before and even entered his bedroom?
Otherwise, how could she possibly know the password?
Did she really know Enzo before, and was their relationship similar to Dylan's?
Alessia couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the thought of this possibility, for reasons unknown to her.
If Enzo was like Dylan, then Enzo definitely wouldn't know when she lost her memory.
She took a deep breath and confessed, "I don't know the password."
"Then guess!" Enzo leaned against the wall, looking at Alessia sideways, clearly implying a willingness to take action.
Regardless of what was in the room or what Enzo was hiding behind him.
Since they had already reached the door of the room, she definitely didn't want to turn back. Naturally, she wanted to find out what was going on.
Alessia hesitated for a moment, looking at the password lock in front of her and asked, "Is there any hint?"
"Yes." Enzo, who had originally been leaning against the wall, now leaned closer to Alessia.
He stared at the button prompts on the password lock and said, "A person's birthday!"
A person's birthday?
Alessia felt like Enzo was joking. Whether she was familiar with Enzo before or not, she was definitely unfamiliar with him now.
How would she know who was around him, who mattered most to him, and especially their birthdays.
Enzo seemed to sense Alessia's thoughts. He kept his gaze on her face without looking away.
"It's actually easy to guess. Maybe you'll figure it out with just one try."
Just one try, and she'd figure it out?
Alessia entertained a ridiculous thought upon hearing Enzo's words.
She pursed her lips and, almost as if compelled by something, reached out her hand. Her fingers pressed the numeric keypad one by one until she pressed the final digit.
Alessia found herself surprisingly nervous about her actions at this moment, with a thin layer of sweat forming on her palms.
But her fingers only hesitated for a moment before decisively pressing the confirm button.
With a 'beep,' the door opened.
Alessia looked up at Enzo in disbelief.
Enzo remained calm, as if he had anticipated this. He gestured with his eyes for Alessia to go in and see for herself.
Without further hesitation, Alessia pushed the door open.
As the door swung open, the entire fourth floor came into view.
The entire floor had been opened up, turned into one large room.
In the room was a large bed with black sheets and blankets, a sofa of the same color scheme, a computer, a chair, and a black carpet on the floor.
The entire fourth floor felt like a mysterious and oppressive black world, quite different from the warm color scheme of the first floor.
If one had to find something similar, perhaps it was the painting hanging on the wall above the bed.
A green forest, a blue lake, faintly outlining the silhouette of a woman. The lines were not clear, but this woman felt familiar to Alessia.
"Sia, feel free to... to see if there's anything you want in my room."
Enzo smiled and, as if unable to hold on any longer, pulled over a plain black pillow from the bed and lay down on the carpet.
Alessia looked at Enzo, who had already closed his eyes as if falling asleep, and there was no pretense or denial. She went straight to the table.
The computer desk was neatly arranged, with no documents on it. However, two locked cabinets next to it piqued her interest.
Alessia reached out to check the lock on one of the cabinets but accidentally touched the mouse beside it.
As the mouse moved, the computer screen suddenly lit up, and the indicator light blinked, displaying it was in standby mode.
Alessia tentatively moved the mouse, and without even needing a password, she entered the work interface.
On the work interface, there was an email composing window, and all the emails sent were to the same person.
And that person was none other than herself.
Alessia took a deep breath and calmly moved the mouse to open one of the emails.
Upon reading it, she realized that the contents of this email were exactly the same as the anonymous email she had received from Z.
Z was Enzo, and Enzo was Z.
From the very beginning, leading her back to the country, then to the bar, the fishing village, the orphanage, and finally disappearing without a trace, only to reappear now.
The computer in front of her wasn't even password-protected, placed conspicuously in her view. With a gentle movement of the mouse, she discovered everything.
She couldn't believe such a coincidence.
All of this was Enzo's design. What she now knew, she only knew because Enzo wanted her to see it.
Enzo had orchestrated all of this, he must have had ulterior motives. Thinking back to many years ago, as soon as she left the Carter family, she was killed...
Alessia's heart raced and she suddenly turned around.
She saw Enzo, who had just been lying on the carpet, was already awake at some point. He was now sitting cross-legged on the carpet, his eyes fixed on her without moving.
Seeing her turn around, he smiled faintly at her.
Alessia narrowed her eyes, her voice calm but always cold, "Enzo, what do you want, or should I say, what do you, Z, want?"
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