Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

She shouted loudly, her voice quickly disappearing into the wind.

Blaze’s expression darkened as he turned the steering wheel…. Did she really think she was alone, even when she was with him? Suppressing his dissatisfaction, Blaze continued to act as her free chauffeur.

The sports car went faster and faster. When the car finally slowed down, Harper felt much calmer. She turned to Blaze, who was staring at her.

Their eyes met. It felt like there were only the two of them in the entire world.

“Blaze, thank you today. I feel much better now,” Harper said.

“Thank you? Do you think I did all this just to hear you say thank you?” Blaze suddenly pulled her into his arms, aggressively kissing her lips. Every time he kissed her, it was intense, as if nothing else mattered.

Harper was trapped in his embrace, his scent filling her senses. She couldn’t speak for a long time, overwhelmed by his dominance.

After a long, wet kiss, Blaze reluctantly let her go. “Harper, I want you! I want you to love me.”

Harper lowered her head, unable to find the right words to say to Blaze.

The wind blew through the car, warming her face.

After a while, Harper couldn’t help but ask, “Blaze, can I ask you a question?”

“What?” Blaze replied.

“With so many women, have you never really been in love with any of them?” Harper asked.

Blaze’s expression darkened, “Of course not. You’re the first one I’ve wanted to love! I don’t have time to fall in love with anyone else.”

Harper’s heart is racing. He had admitted that she was the first person he wanted to love, without any pretense.

…

The nearest town was a small one. Blaze parked the car in front of a relatively upscale hotel.

“I’ll go to the restroom, you go to the restaurant first,” Harper said.

“Hey, hurry up!” Blaze glared at her.

Harper walked into the hotel restroom and splashed water on her face. Then she looked at herself in the mirror.

Cut off from her foster parents, she didn’t feel much, but Blaze was giving her a headache. His affection was aggressive and possessive, demanding and intense. She couldn’t respond to him right now… What should she do?

Blaze had even thrown away the birth control pills. Harper touched her flat stomach. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if she were actually pregnant. Did she really have to give birth to a bastard child?

Bang. The door of the restroom swung open, and a young woman stepped inside.

“Lena?” Harper looked at her, surprised.

“Harper?” Lena also seemed astonished. “What are you doing here?”

“Just passing by, thought I’d grab something to eat. How about you?” Harper tore off a paper towel to dry her hands.

“Same here.” Lena smiled and leaned over to wash her hands.

Harper nodded, about to leave. Lena turned to her, sounding apologetic, “By the way, Harper, I feel bad about what happened on the cruise last time, not being able to help you.”

“It’s okay, you were just telling the truth. Three years ago, I was indeed alone in the bathroom for that hour, and no one saw me.”

“I see Mr. Wychwood treats you well. You must be enjoying being around him, right?” Lena smiled, her tone full of concern “Isn’t it great?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Maybe,” Harper shrugged, pushing open the door and leaving the restroom with Lena.

“It sounds like you don’t really like staying by Mr. Wychwood’s side,” Lena walked beside her, asking with concern, “Is it because of what happened three years ago? Were you really the one who drugged him?”

Drugged him. Harper got a headache just thinking about it.

“It wasn’t me.”

“Then how…”

“I don’t know what happened three years ago. All I know is I became the scapegoat and ended up with Blaze.”

“Really? So Mr. Wychwood is looking for the person who drugged him three years ago to make her his lover?” Lena asked, puzzled. “But why did he ruin your reputation three years ago and now he’s treating you so well?”

“Because he thought I secretly had a child three years ago, and he wants the child.” Harper didn’t hide anything. It was all absurd to her.

“He thought you had a child, so he’s treating you well?” Lena looked at her in disbelief.

“Probably.” Harper shrugged.

At this point, she didn’t understand where Blaze’s insistence came from… Initially, it was about having a child, then forcing her to sign a contract. Now, even without a child, he wants to create one. She couldn’t fathom what Blaze was thinking.

“Oh, I see now,” Lena exclaimed, her long hair falling over her ear as she pondered something.

The two of them reached the hotel entrance, and Lena walked towards the hotel’s main door, smiling as she bid Harper farewell. “Harper, catch up later.”

“Goodbye.”

Lena hurried out.

Harper felt a bit strange, but she didn’t dwell on it. She headed towards the direction of the restaurant.

In the exquisitely decorated restaurant, guests were gradually leaving. Harper was intercepted by a waiter. The waiter politely said to her, “Miss, this restaurant has been booked. Please choose another one.”

“Booked?” Before Harper could respond, she heard a domineering voice saying, “She’s with me!” In the spacious restaurant, Blaze sat by the window, his slender hands crossed under his chin. The sunlight illuminated his face, making his remarkable handsomeness even more captivating.

“So, you’re Mr. Wychwood’s companion. Please, this way,” the waiter immediately stepped aside to let her in upon hearing this.

Harper walked over and sat opposite Blaze with some resignation. “Was it necessary to book the entire restaurant?” she asked.

“Fewer people make for a better date,” Blaze stated, having his own set of theories.

“But others are still eating,” Harper glanced at several tables nearby. Some hadn’t even finished their snacks or coffee.

“I have money, and I can do what I want!” Blaze’s words silenced Harper.

Harper remained silent, sitting by the window, waiting quietly for the meal to be served. Blaze reached across the table, took her hand, and played with it in his palm.

“You’re missing something on your hand,” Blaze suddenly said.

“No, I’m not,” Harper replied, looking out of the window.

“I said you are,” Blaze glanced at her, holding her hand with one hand while reaching into his pocket with the other.

Outside the window, a pink Lamborghini was parked, particularly eye-catching. Harper couldn’t help but take a few more glances, and suddenly saw a familiar figure heading towards the Lamborghini.

Harper widened her eyes in surprise.

It was Fiona.

Fiona was dressed very low-key, wearing a long coat and a hat. Her beautiful and delicate face was hidden behind a pair of large sunglasses. She walked to the car, looked around, and then got in, driving away.

How could Fiona be here? This was a remote town, and Fiona was a big star. Why would she come alone? Strange. Harper thought, something flickering in her mind but unable to put it into words.

Out of the blue, she felt a chill on her finger. There, on her ring finger, sat a diamond ring, its perfect heart-shaped cut sparkling brilliantly under the sunlight.

“A heart-shaped diamond,” Harper murmured in disbelief, looking up at Blaze.

Grinning, Blaze pinched her finger, “You’re allowed two tears of joy, no more, no less.”

“This is…”

“I’m giving you the ring,” Blaze interrupted, his eyes fixed on her reaction.

“Why are you giving me a ring?” Harper asked, puzzled.

Harper’s reaction was far from what Blaze had expected.

“Why do you think I’m giving you a ring?” Blaze frowned, annoyed, “I’ve got money, and I can do whatever I like!”

Harper looked at the sparkling ring on her finger, her thoughts swirling. She wasn’t naive enough to not understand the significance of a gift like this. Touching the cold diamond, she whispered, “This ring is too precious.”

“Of course, it’s precious. It’s a heart-shaped diamond cut with a unique craft from around the world.”

“Then I can’t accept it,” Harper said, immediately trying to take off the ring.

“What do you mean?” Blaze glared at her.

“A ring is a symbol of intimacy between lovers. Look at this perfectly cut ring; why not save it for your future wife?” Harper tried to convince Blaze to take off the ring.

“Also, it’s a bit big for me,” Harper desperately searched for reasons. “The ring would definitely slip off. If it falls off, what about such an expensive ring…”

“Are you done?” Blaze coldly interrupted her.

Harper looked at his face, which had turned extremely unpleasant.

She fell silent.

Blaze tightened his grip on her hand, staring at her, “Basically, you just don’t want to wear the ring I gave you, right? Why bother making so many excuses?”