Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Blaze stood among the bodyguards, lifting his eyes and staring directly at her, his gaze landing on her without hesitation. He curled his lips into a smile, the smile sinister, as if he were looking at his prey on a plate.

Harper trembled at his smile, her heart pounding with fear.

Suddenly, Blaze strode in her direction…

‘No, I couldn’t run into Blaze here.’

“Mom, I need to use the restroom,” Harper said nervously, getting up and rushing towards a nearby side door.

Harper dashed through the corridor, the sound of orderly footsteps behind her indicating Blaze’s group of bodyguards in pursuit.

In a moment of desperation, Harper quickly turned a corner and dashed into a room, locking the door behind her.

Her heart was pounding like a drum. ‘How did things end up like this? I was avoiding Blaze at Logan and Fiona’s wedding?’Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Harper?” a puzzled voice came from behind her.

Harper turned in surprise, only to see Logan standing by the window in a white suit. Bathed in sunlight, he looked at her with questioning eyes, while his assistant adjusted his clothes beside him.

‘It’s Logan’s dressing room?’

Afraid that he would think she was there to pester him again, Harper hurriedly said, “Congratulations. I just came to use the restroom.”

Logan looked at her in astonishment as she quickly darted into the adjacent bathroom and closed the door.

Harper hid in the bathroom, her back pressed tightly against the door. She couldn’t go out now, or she’d bump into Blaze. What was she going to do? How long could she hide?

Suddenly, there was a banging on the door from outside.

Her hands clenched involuntarily. After a while, she heard Logan’s courteous voice, “Mr. Wychwood, it’s an honor to have you attend the wedding.”

‘It was indeed Blaze.’

Harper bit her lip, her brows furrowed tightly.

“Brother-in-law?” Blaze’s voice, tinged with scrutiny, suddenly sounded.

“What?” Logan didn’t hear clearly.

Then there was suddenly silence outside. Harper didn’t know what was happening, but it made her even more nervous.

“What’s Mr. Wychwood looking at? Are you looking for something?” Logan asked.

Harper’s face was dripping with cold sweat, her nerves on edge.

“Nothing,”

Then there was the sound of footsteps leaving the dressing room, gradually fading away.

Harper breathed a sigh of relief.

After a moment, when Blaze was probably far away, she wiped the sweat off her face and opened the door to go out.

“Thanks for letting me use the restroom, I’ll be going now,” she said, about to leave.

“Wait, I have a question for you,” Logan stopped her.

Harper had no choice but to pause and turn to him.

Logan took out a watch and put it on his wrist, asking, “How did you resolve the Porcelain Gallery issue?”

“What?”

“You didn’t go to jail.” He had sent someone to find out later that the Porcelain Gallery had disappeared overnight, and no one knew what had happened. And… she hadn’t gone to jail.

Harper’s eyes flickered as she replied lightly, “I borrowed money from someone.”

“You don’t seem to have friends that rich,” Logan exposed her, “Did you borrow from a bank?

With so much money, the interest must be high.”

“This is my business,” Harper didn’t want to continue the conversation, “I’m gonna go.” She reached out to open the door.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud behind her. The assistant exclaimed in concern, “Boss, are you okay?”

Harper turned around to see Logan kneeling on the ground, one hand holding his head in agony, his face terrifyingly pale.

“What was happening?” She was shocked.

“Medicine,” Logan groaned in pain, falling to the ground.

The assistant quickly helped him up and dragged him to the nearby couch, “Miss, could you help get the medicine? It’s in the black box on the vanity. Two pills.”

“Oh, okay,” Harper hurriedly retrieved two pills from the box and poured a glass of water, walking over to the couch.

Logan was writhing in pain on the couch.

“How could this happen?” Harper asked incredulously, “Was he in poor health?”

“Boss often gets headaches, taking medicine usually helps,” the assistant explained. He supported Logan as he sat up. “Please don’t mention this to anyone, it’s his privacy.”

Logan was in too much pain to speak. He clutched his head with one hand and reached for the pills in Harper’s hand with the other. His vision was a bit blurry. He only managed to grab one pill, while the other one rolled to the floor.

With trembling hands, Logan popped the pill into his mouth.

Harper leaned down to offer him the cup of water. His body collapsed uncontrollably into her arms…

In that moment , a flash of light seemed to pass through his mind, something trying to break through, a sensation he had never experienced before.

He tightly gripped her hand. ‘What was it? What had just flashed through? What was it?’

“Let go, I’ll go get you another pill,” Harper struggled to break free, pushing him towards the assistant.

“Boss, are you feeling any better?” the assistant asked anxiously.

Logan sat there. He felt like he had fallen into a surreal dream, surrounded by white emptiness, something trying to emerge… he wanted to grasp it, but he couldn’t reach anything.

“I got another pill for you,” Harper came back with the medicine, ready to hand it to him.

Logan didn’t take it, just sat there with his head in his hands. After a while, he shook his head, enduring the pain, “No need, taking this medicine will make me mentally exhausted for a while.”

“But you only took one pill. You’ve been only taking one pill to ease the pain because of the wedding preparations these days. Can you handle it?” the assistant asked with concern.

“I’ll rest for a bit, and I’ll be fine,” Logan said, “The ceremony is about to begin, and I don’t want Fiona to think there’s even a hint of imperfection in this wedding.”

‘For Fiona, he was willing to endure the headache and ensure she had a perfect wedding. He truly loved Fiona. Logan and Fiona were destined to be together. I was just a brief episode’ Harper stood by, holding the pill.

Harper put the medicine back in the box and turned to them, “I’ll leave now.”

This time, no one stopped her.

Harper walked out of the dressing room, but just a few steps away, her phone vibrated. She took it out-it was a message from Blaze.

[Where are you hiding? Daring to avoid me?]

Blaze…

Harper couldn’t be bothered to reply. She put her phone back in her pocket and headed for the back door of the church.

Halfway there, she stopped.

Blaze obviously wanted to find her, so he would definitely have someone guarding the back door. If she wanted to slip away, she couldn’t take the usual route.

After a moment’s thought, Harper walked towards a colorful stained glass window. She pushed it open and jumped out of the window…

Tranquil Haven Island was full of pigeons. When she jumped out, the pigeons all fluttered their wings in surprise.

Harper clapped her hands and turned to leave. A tall, burly bodyguard in a black suit stood there, hands in front of him, bowing his head respectfully, “Miss Shaw, Boss is waiting for you.”

…

Under the sunshade in the square, Blaze sat at a table, casual and lazy.

He was surrounded by a group of bodyguards, protecting him tightly.

The sea breeze blew in, warm and comfortable.

Harper walked slowly towards him.

Blaze looked up at her, displeased. “Were you avoiding me?”

“No,” Harper said as she approached him.

“No? Then why did you run?” Blaze said sarcastically, scanning her up and down, “How come I can’t see that you’re a track star?”

Harper remained silent. After following Blaze for these days, she had learned that he was just a volatile paranoid. She wouldn’t be foolish enough to provoke him.

“Come here,” Blaze beckoned her over.

Harper walked towards him. Blaze immediately pulled her onto his lap, his eyes staring deeply into hers. Harper struggled slightly, and he immediately frowned, “What happened? You’re not happy now?”

“No,” Harper forced a smile, feeling uncomfortable sitting on his lap.

“I can tell you’re not happy!” Blaze’s face was full of displeasure, his anger on the verge of erupting. He had chased her all the way to this damn island, and she was still avoiding him, still looking unhappy?… His time was much more precious than hers, and he wasn’t unhappy yet!

In the distance, the heavy tolling of bells could be heard from the direction of the church. Harper quickly spoke, “The wedding ceremony is about to start. Let’s go.”

“Nothing worth seeing,” Blaze snorted coldly, “I’m not here to watch a wedding anyway.”

“I want to go,” Harper insisted, “You promised me.”

“Okay… Fine, let’s go.” Seeing her forehead furrowed, Blaze didn’t push further. He planted a kiss on her cheek and pulled her up, leading her towards the church.

Seeing this, Harper became nervous again. ‘Was he planning entering the church with me, together?’