Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Logan.

It was Logan.

Looking at the figure on the paper standing in the attic, memories flashed in her mind…

But now he was just her brother-in-law. Brother-in-law, it sounded absurd and ridiculous to say out loud.

Slap!

Blaze’s palm struck her head. His face turned livid, his voice hoarse with anger. “Is he really your man?”

“No,” Harper weakly replied, “It’s just a comic I created.”

“Dying and still creating comics?” Blaze mocked her with a sneer, then added, “Harper, I warn you, you’re the mother of my child, no messing around with other men!”

He was domineering and selfish to the extreme.

Harper wanted to ask, even if she was indeed the mother of his child, a man of his status wouldn’t possibly marry her, so why couldn’t she have other relationships? But she didn’t. If she said anything, he would surely go into a rage again.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Forget it, no point arguing with someone with paranoid personality disorder.

“Hiss…” Blaze sat beside her and tore the paper in half.

The room was brightly lit, and the paper dust danced in the air. The figure on the paper disappeared in Blaze’s hands… Along with her memories, everything between her and Logan was destined to be torn apart.

Midnight.

Harper had a pleasant dream, dreaming that she found a pile of evidence proving her honesty. She threw all the evidence at Blaze’s head.

Blaze, surrounded by numerous bodyguards, marched to the iconic central building of S City, kneeling down and kowtowing while shouting, “Miss Shaw, it’s all my fault, please forgive me! Please spare me!”

The scene was so satisfying to watch.

She stood in front of Blaze, one foot resting on his shoulder, smiling triumphantly….

Hahahaha….

“Why are you laughing in the middle of the night?”

A sexy voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

Harper widened her eyes in shock.

In the dimly lit room with only a bedside lamp, Blaze was lying beside her. He propped his face with one hand, seemingly just finished showering. He was wearing a silver-gray bathrobe, his short hair still wet, and his eyes staring straight at her.

“Uh…”

Harper was startled, immediately sitting up from the bed. But within a second, she weakly fell back onto the bed, gasping for breath. “What, what are you doing?”

“Sleeping.”

He said matter-of-factly.

“But this bed is mine…”

“This is my house, where can’t I sleep?”

“Fine, then I’ll leave.”

Harper struggled to sit up, preparing to get out of bed, but her legs can’t move. Blaze’s leg was pressing heavily against hers. Harper looked at him speechlessly, “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping. Sleeping with my woman. Got a problem?” Blaze directly claimed her as his possession, his eyes fixed on her like a leopard targeting its prey in the dim light.

“… Move your leg, I want to get down.”

“You want to leave? Fine.” Blaze unexpectedly moved his foot aside.

Harper was about to get out of bed when she heard Blaze’s lazy voice, “Getting off my bed means you’re giving up the chance to find evidence for a week.”

“You…” Harper angrily turned to look at him.

“It depends on you.” Blaze sat back against the headboard, his eyes indifferent as he glanced at her.

She had no choice. She wanted freedom… Harper lowered her head and silently lay back down. As soon as she did, Blaze pulled her into his arms. The scent of shower gel on his body engulfed her, mixing with his breath, making it hard for her to breathe…

A strange night.

A strange bed.

A strange embrace.

Harper had no strength to struggle, only able to be held tightly by him. Blaze’s face drew near, inhaling deeply against her cheek and neck, his lips beginning to wander, his breath growing heavier…

No longer content with just kisses, he wrapped his arm around her thin waist, lifted her head with his hand, and forced her to face him, then pressed his lips against hers without hesitation.

Blaze’s tongue entwined around her, trying to elicit the response he desired. Harper was kissed to the point where her skin trembled uncontrollably, finding it difficult to resist.

She thought in resignation, ‘Forget it, I can’t compete with him, I can’t resist. Whatever happens, happens. Tomorrow, regardless of how poorly my body might recover, I would leave.’

But oddly enough, apart from passionate kisses and caresses, Blaze didn’t go any further.

Harper didn’t understand what he was thinking. She shifted her body slightly, trying to move away from him discreetly, but he held her tighter.

“If you show even a hint of resistance again, I promise I’ll fuck you hard tonight,” he said menacingly, biting her earlobe.

Harper shrunk back, wisely choosing not to move again, silently allowing him to do as he pleased.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but gradually, in his relentless kissing, Harper began to lose consciousness and drifted off to sleep.

The next day.

When Harper woke up, Blaze was nowhere to be seen beside the bed, only his lingering scent remained.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then mustered all her strength to get out of bed.

Today, she had to leave.

She couldn’t stay any longer, not knowing what Blaze might do to her next.

After freshening up, Harper took the elevator straight down to the lobby.

Dylan was instructing the maids.

“Mr. Foster.”

Harper walked over to him, nodding politely.

“Miss Shaw.” Dylan smiled at her. “You look much better than when Master brought you back the other day.”

“He brought me back?” Harper was surprised.

“Yes, Master was the first to find you unconscious. He personally brought you back from the forest,” Dylan said with a smile. “It’s the first time I’ve seen Master so concerned about someone.”

‘Concern?… This kind of concern, not many women could handle. This man was truly unpredictable, with fluctuating emotions. He clearly wanted me dead, but in the end, he saved me?… Why?’ Harper didn’t pursue the topic further, just said, “Mr. Wychwood agreed to give me a week to find evidence. I’m leaving now.” She was just here to say goodbye.

“Okay, Miss Shaw, we’ll have people secretly monitoring your every move. Please don’t do anything irrational like seeking help. It won’t work and will only anger Master,” Dylan cautioned her, his face filled with worry, afraid she might once again provoke Blaze.

No one could predict Blaze’s thoughts.

Harper understood his good intentions and nodded, “I know. Thank you.”

With that, Harper headed towards the main door. She had nothing with her, not even her phone, as she had been brought here tied up.

“Miss Shaw, wait a moment, could you do me a favor?” Dylan suddenly called out.