Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“What? She’s with Blaze? Mom, are you kidding me?” Fiona, sitting in front of her makeup mirror, turned around in shock to look at her parents.

“How could I be mistaken? Besides, he even said that he’s Blaze,” Marcia replied, holding the documents in her hand as she sat down.

“This girl is really not what she used to be. She’s learned to latch onto a sugar daddy,” Walter exclaimed, directly labeling Harper as a gold digger.

Marcia furrowed, “Maybe he’s her boyfriend?”

“Mom, stop joking,” Fiona, halfway through her makeup, retorted sarcastically, “What kind of person is Blaze? I heard he categorizes even his lovers into different levels. He keeps a lot of women in his castle. Could Harper be his girlfriend? She’s just a bed warmer, nothing more.”

At Fiona’s words, Marcia fell silent too.

After a moment of thought, Walter spoke up, “It’s better to cut ties now. Harper is becoming more and more vain. If she’s exposed as having an affair with a rich man, it won’t be good for Fiona. We should send this severance document to the court for validation.”

Fiona nodded in agreement, then mocked, “No wonder she suddenly stopped bothering with Logan. Turns out she’s climbed onto an even more powerful figure. She doesn’t even think about what she is. It’s ridiculous.”

“Regardless, she’s still your sister, you should watch your words,” a distant voice chimed in.

The three of them instinctively looked outside and saw Logan walking in.

“Logan, you’re back,” Marcia and Walter straightened up. Despite being their son-in-law, Logan was still the heir of The Davidson Group, and they always felt inferior in front of him.

Fiona stood up from her makeup mirror, looking somewhat excitedly at Logan, “What’s going on with you now? Every time Harper is mentioned, you come to her defense. You weren’t like this before.”

Since they got married, whenever she mentioned Harper, Logan would scold her, and he didn’t take care of her as much, leading to their marriage deteriorating.

“Is it normal for you to behave like this?” Logan glanced at them indifferently, “The three of you are here, unfairly accusing your daughter of being Blaze’s mistress. Can’t you discuss it face to face?”

“This is a fact! Could Blaze really marry her? Who does she even think she is?” Fiona exclaimed angrily.

“Why could’t he?” Logan retorted.

“You…” Fiona looked at him defending Harper and suddenly felt enraged.

Marcia pulled her back, signaling her not to argue with Logan.

Fiona thought for a moment, then clutched her stomach and cried out, “Ah, it hurts so much…”

“What’s wrong, Fiona?” Walter and Marcia immediately rushed to support her, filled with concern.

Fiona looked at Logan’s indifferent face with a sense of grievance. “Logan, you’ve changed. Why do you only speak up for her now? I’m your wife, the mother of your baby.”

“Yeah,” Walter stepped forward. “Logan, we’ve been good to you. I’ve helped you at the company. Fiona is carrying your baby. Yet you’re siding with Harper. We’ve cut ties with her. From now on, The Shaw Family doesn’t have a daughter named Harper!”

Cut ties? Logan only then noticed the document in Marcia’s hand, clearly labeled “Declaration of Severance of Parental Relationship.”

Afterward, he walked over to Fiona, gently taking her into his arms. “I’m sorry, I’ve been in a bad mood lately and not paying attention to what I say. Let me take you to the hospital.”

Seeing Logan soften, Fiona spoke softly, “That’s not necessary. As long as you’re with me.”

“Of course, I’ll always be with you.”

Logan embraced her, his fair hand patting her back gently, but his eyes were not on her; they were fixed on the document in Marcia’s hand…

…

Harper slept deeply, not waking up until the next morning.

Harper woke up groggily from her bed, feeling sore all over. Last night, she had completely collapsed into his arms.

Harper glanced beside her, but Blaze wasn’t in bed.

She sat up, smelled a faint scent of shower gel. She couldn’t remember if she had showered last night.

Harper rubbed her head, recalling that when she was dozing off heavily last night, she felt someone carrying her to take a shower.

“It must have been Blaze. This man actually bathed me.” Harper felt a bit embarrassed as she got out of bed. Checking the time, it was already past nine in the morning.

Harper quickly got up and rushed to the kitchen after freshening up. Before she could get close, she heard Dylan’s anxious shout, “No, no, no, Master, you can’t just throw the steak in like that, you need to wait for the oil to heat up!”

“What if the oil splatters when it’s hot?” Blaze retorted.

Surprised, Harper peeked into the kitchen from outside and saw the mess inside, with pots and pans scattered all over the floor.

Blaze was standing about a meter away from the stove, tossing steaks into the pan.

What was he doing?

Dylan stood by, visibly distressed, “The oil won’t splatter. Master, let me make breakfast for you.”

“You cook so badly. No way!” Blaze dismissed him with disdain.

“Master, I have a chef’s certificate.” Dylan pleaded, “Or, should I go wake Miss Shaw up to make breakfast?”

“Are you daring to defy me?” Blaze immediately grew angry. “These days, she can sleep as late as she wants, you’re not allowed to disturb her! Also, don’t mention words like father, mother, dad, mom, adopted daughter, abandonment, or cutting ties in front of her, got it?”

“Yes, Master,” Dylan complied.

Harper stood outside, rooted to the spot, as Blaze’s words echoed in her mind. Everything that happened yesterday flashed back to her. Yes, she had been completely abandoned by The Shaw Family. She had become a castaway once again.

Standing there, her pale face cracked into a bitter smile. She hadn’t even thought about any of this since waking up.

Peering into the kitchen, she saw Blaze continuing to toss steaks into the pan without flipping them, causing oil to splatter everywhere.

Blaze was battling with the pan, unaware of her presence. He had an impeccable face. Knowing Blaze for so long, Harper found him somewhat likable for the first time.

“I’ll take over.” Harper smiled and walked in.

Blaze turned around, shocked. “Why are you here?”

“Because I don’t want the kitchen to explode.” Harper walked up, turned off the heat, and said to him, “You and Mr. Foster should go out. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Blaze didn’t leave, just stared intently at her smile.

Harper washed the pan clean. Suddenly, strong and warm arms wrapped around her from behind. Blaze embraced her from behind, pressing his chest against her back, enveloping her completely.

It was a comforting hug, she could feel it. She continued to scrub the pan, then placed it back on the stove and resumed cooking the steak.

Blaze kept holding her from behind, making her movements awkward, but Harper didn’t push him away.

She thought, she was truly craving this kind of embrace…

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“Hey, let’s go out for a walk.”

“Where to?”

“To change clothes! I’ll accompany you to relax.” Harper looked puzzled.

“Blaze, you really don’t have to do this,” Harper felt uncomfortable with his change.

Blaze glanced at her arrogantly. “I want to, so what? Just go and change!”

“This man, caring for someone with such a bad temper and dominance,” Harper murmured and nodded obediently.

A sleek convertible sports car was parked outside, its exterior design not only luxurious but also aggressive, making it impossible to look away.

Blaze glanced at her, commanding, “Get in.”

“Just the two of us?” Harper looked around, surprised. Normally, Blaze would have bodyguards following him, but this time, there were none.

“Do you want more?” Blaze gestured impatiently for her to get in.

“No bodyguards?” Harper looked at him in surprise. “You’re the famous Blaze, the wealthiest man in the world. Aren’t you afraid of being kidnapped?”

“I, Blaze, am personally driving for you. Besides gratitude, you don’t need any other doubts! Get in!” Blaze urged her impatiently.

Harper reluctantly opened the door and got in, fastening her seatbelt. Blaze stepped on the accelerator, and the high-performance supercar shot out…

The car raced down the open road at incredible speed.

The feeling of speeding was exhilarating, the strong wind taking away all emotions.

It made her mind go blank, unable to think of anything else.

“Faster!” Harper suddenly shouted, her voice quickly drowned out by the wind.

Blaze glanced at her. Was she starting to feel better? He pressed harder on the accelerator.

This feeling was special for Harper, something she had never experienced before. She realized that driving fast could make her forget about unhappy things.

Unable to resist, Harper unfastened her seatbelt and stood up from her seat. Seeing this, Blaze frowned and slowed down.

Harper stood on the speeding car, leaning against the seat, hands cupped around her mouth like a megaphone, shouting into the wind, “Harper! You can live well on your own!”