Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Master.”

Dylan walked in from outside, and Linda and the others gave him disdainful glances.

Dylan couldn’t help but shake his head; this was the biggest difference between Harper and the women around Master.

The women around Master weren’t stupid; they all wanted to climb the social ladder. They tried their best to please Master, looking down on the servants in various ways… Unlike Harper, who was polite and courteous to all of them, showing great manners.

“Eh…” Blaze lazily accepted the cocktail Linda handed him.

“Master,” Dylan approached, “Master, don’t you think you’re being too extreme with Miss Shaw?”

“Dylan, it seems even you can’t follow the ‘Housekeeping Guidelines’ you spent your entire life writing,” Blaze glared at him displeased.

Dylan lowered his head respectfully. “I’m just worried about you. Don’t you want the child? What if Miss Shaw can’t hold on…”

“I’ve been too lenient with her. Once she tastes the brink of death, she’ll yield,” Blaze said confidently.

“But what if…”

“There are no ‘what ifs.’ Get out, all of you, get out!” Blaze didn’t want to hear anymore, angrily throwing the cocktail out of his hand.

The delicate glass shattered, reflecting countless shards of light…

Blaze’s anger made Linda and the others look at each other, casting hateful glances at Dylan, the troublemaker.

Then they reluctantly left. Dylan followed suit.

The lounge was left with only Blaze.

He stared straight at the screen showing the forest, watching Harper’s figure disappear deeper into it, slender and pale…

The sunlight filtered through the leaves, shining on her, making her appear even paler.

‘She’s really something. Dylan was the steward awarded the highest-level medal. He rarely spoke up, yet he was now pleading for this pretentious woman… Damn it… All because of this woman, because of this woman who dared to mock me and tell me to take medication! She needed to be taught a lesson.’ Blaze’s fingers swiftly moved the remote control, adjusting the hidden cameras positioned all over the forest to focus directly on Harper.

In the footage, Harper walked expressionlessly, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Behind her, the branches swayed, casting dappled shadows. The green leaves floated around her, making her look like an elf…

Blaze despised himself for finding her beautiful at this moment.

Suddenly, Harper lifted her eyes and seemed to meet the position of a hidden camera, as if staring at him through the screen…

“Snap-” The remote control fell from his hand.

On the first day in the forest, Harper stepped on the grass, gazing at the towering trees reaching up to the sky. Sunlight streamed down from the canopy, casting its glow in front of her.

Was this the last image she would see of this world?

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She reached a slightly larger clearing. A large tree lay horizontally on the ground, broken for some unknown reason…

Harper sat on the fallen tree, holding a stack of blank white papers in her hands.

Dylan had forced them on her. He thought that since she was a comic artist, she must love drawing, and finding solace in art before her demise would be good.

Harper placed the papers on her lap, gripping the pencil but not knowing where to start…

She remembered the first time she drew a person; the model was Logan.

Back then, he was just an unpopular little blind boy, always trailing behind her, liking to hold her hand…

“Harper… I want to see how you draw me.”

“One day, you’ll see.”

“When I see it, will you marry me?”

Harper looked down at the blank paper, the voice of that young boy echoing in her ears. She forgot if she had agreed back then.

But she vividly remembered the attic in her old home, where the boy stood by the window, feeling the breeze.

His beautiful eyes were unfocused, looking in her direction, earnestly saying, “My father was afraid I’d be a disgrace if exposed, so he sent me to live with your family. No one else liked me; they thought I was a nuisance because I’m blind… Only you cared for me, Harper. You have to stay by my side.”

At that time, Logan also said, “If you’re not here, even if I see the whole world, I won’t know where to go.”

The boy who was afraid of being alone without her… had completely forgotten her.

He knew where to go, anywhere.

Just not to her.

A drop of water stained the pristine paper, spreading into a circle.

Harper blinked, wiping away the tear from the corner of her eye, then chuckled bitterly to herself.

They say people remember everything before they die, it seems like her life’s end isn’t far off…

“Shoo, shoo…” She quickly moved her pen on the paper, drawing the boy on the attic, the glint of tears depicted as his eyes…