Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

The next morning, Harper groggily opened her eyes to find Blaze lying beside her.

She glanced at the blanket that had slipped off her and then at the sleeping Blaze, a strange emotion stirring within her. She reached out to cover him with the blanket before getting up.

As she pulled back the curtains a bit, the sunlight streamed in, warming her skin and making her feel cozy.

Blaze woke up to see Harper standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight casting a glow on her delicate face and fair skin.

He got up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder.

Harper was taken aback, her hands caught by Blaze and placed around her waist. His scent enveloped her as he leaned in, his lips moving slowly up her neck, planting gentle kisses.

“You’re awake?”

“Yeah…” Blaze murmured in his deep, sleepy voice, incredibly sexy. He encircled her waist, his lips moving slowly along her neck, planting kisses one by one.

Harper felt uneasy, her neck tilting away from his touch, but she couldn’t escape his control.

His warm lips kissed lightly, his breath tickling her skin like an electric current coursing through her body, causing even her toes to curl involuntarily.

“Mr. Wychwood… I’ll make breakfast for you.”

“Call me Blaze,” he murmured, kissing her neck.

Harper paused for a moment, then followed his lead. “Blaze, what do you want to eat?”

As the words left her lips, she suddenly realized that this kind of morning and conversation gave her a sense of being an old married couple.

Harper was startled by her own thoughts.

“Whatever,” Blaze replied nonchalantly. He turned her body around, grabbed her hand, and brought it to his lips, kissing it.

Harper couldn’t help but tremble.

Sensing her sensitivity, Blaze smirked, “Then I’m going grocery shopping for some veggies, meat, and other stuff.”

Blaze’s gaze darkened, “I’ll go with you.”

‘How did he become so clingy?’

…

The car stopped in front of an upscale supermarket. Blaze changed into a clean and sharp outfit, immediately drawing attention with his outstanding appearance and powerful presence.

Of course, most of the attention came from women.

Harper followed suit and stepped out of the car. As soon as she did, her hand was grabbed by Blaze and pulled into the supermarket.

‘So domineering…’

Harper grabbed a shopping cart with one hand and pushed it forward. Her other hand was constantly held by Blaze, making it difficult to move freely.

“What do you want to eat?” Harper asked Blaze as they reached the produce section.

Blaze glanced around and pointed at various items. “This, this, this, this, and this.”

Harper’s eyes widened in surprise.

After a moment of thought, Blaze added, “Forget it. I’ll just buy everything here, and you can cook it slowly!”

Buy everything?

Harper looked at him speechlessly. ‘Is he flaunting his wealth in front of the poor me?’

Sighing, Harper said, “How about I choose some fresh produce?”

“Fine,” Blaze agreed quickly.

Blaze clearly didn’t enjoy grocery shopping. As they walked, he no longer paid attention to the items on the shelves, instead playing with her fingers, which seemed to be his only interest.

Later, Harper headed to the skincare section to pick out a face mask. Her skin was quite dry, and since she met Blaze, she hadn’t really taken good care of it. The MG face mask from The Davidson Group had always been a top choice for hydration and moisturizing. Harper went straight for the MG face mask, only to realize that it had been repackaged, with Fiona as the new spokesperson. Fiona’s smiling face adorned the elegant packaging.

“…” Harper’s hand hovered over the face mask for a moment, then she suddenly lost interest in buying it.

“Your sister isn’t very pretty, unlike you,” Blaze remarked, catching her staring at the face mask. He knew the woman on the packaging, she had been the center of attention at that wedding.

Harper smiled, “My sister is very beautiful. Many people like her.”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Everyone liked Fiona.

“Strange how someone so ugly can become a celebrity. People’s tastes these days are weird,” Blaze commented, flipping the face mask upside down.

It dawned on Harper that Blaze was actually complimenting her looks. Women always liked being complimented, so her mood lifted slightly. “Let’s go. I’ll make breakfast for you.”

“Do you know how to make a full English breakfast?” Blaze asked.

Harper shook her head.

“You’re so clueless. How will you ever win people over?”.

‘She would have to visit my family in England with our child eventually. If she couldn’t make an English breakfast, how would she win over my parents? Wait… Why did she need to win over my parents?’ Blaze suddenly stopped in his tracks, his facial expression tensing.

Blaze realized how much he cared about Harper. She still refused to hand over their child, yet she had captured all his attention. He even accompanied her on mundane tasks like grocery shopping.

“Who do you want to impress? Do you like it?” Harper vaguely remembered that Blaze was of British nobility, so he probably enjoyed English breakfasts.

Blaze turned his head to glare at her fiercely.

“…” Harper was puzzled by his fierce glare.

‘What was wrong with him now? Was he having another fit?’

After paying for their items, Harper placed everything into the trunk of the luxury car. As she turned around, Blaze stood there, glaring at her.

Harper looked at him, utterly baffled.

Blaze immediately grabbed her and roughly shoved her into the back seat. Harper fell onto the seat, staring at him in disbelief.

“Harper!” Blaze bent down to sit next to her, his eyes glaring at her icily, “You’re feeling pretty pleased, huh? You don’t even bother to keep an eye on your own child outside? Are you just planning to stay with me like this forever?”

Harper felt a headache coming on. How could he think she was feeling pleased? The driver ignored their argument and continued driving forward.

“Three years ago, I didn’t drug you. I never gave birth to your child,” Harper explained weakly.

“I said you did!” Blaze only believed in his own version of events, glaring at her with intense hatred in his eyes, “Why couldn’t you understand? If you handed over the child, I wouldn’t kick you out. It was our baby.”

Blaze felt an overwhelming desire to see the child like never before.

“…”

Harper was speechless. He was infuriatingly paranoid.

“Hand over the child!” Blaze grabbed her hand tightly and pulled her towards him, commanding her.

“I don’t have it,” Harper sighed, patiently explaining, “Didn’t I ask you to check with my college classmate, Lena? She was with me on the cruise three years ago, and she can prove I’m innocent. I really don’t want to cling to you like this.”

Besides, he was the one who forced her to sign that contract. She never wanted to attach herself to him in the first place.

Blaze glared at her fiercely, his anger escalating at her words, “You asked me to check with your college classmate just to find a witness?”

“Yeah,” Harper nodded.

‘Was she desperately trying to prove we had nothing to do with each other?’ A surge of fury rising in Blaze’s chest. He clenched her wrist tightly, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Stop the car!” Blaze shouted loudly,.

The driver quickly slammed on the brakes. Blaze leaned over, opened the door on the other side, and shoved Harper out of the car.

He glared at her angrily. “Harper, get out of here!” If she didn’t leave, he might not be able to control himself from hitting her!

“Ah!” Harper was forcefully pushed out of the car. A car rushed past her, narrowly avoiding hitting her. Blaze’s car sped off into the distance.

Harper hurriedly made her way to the side of the road. ‘Was he trying to kill me? How could he be so impulsive, with no warning signs? Were all paranoids this volatile?’

“You need medication, you jerk!” Harper yelled angrily in the direction Blaze’s car had disappeared.

‘He told me to leave. What did that mean?’ Harper turned away and limped off, her foot hurting from being shoved out of the car.

“Blaze, you psycho!” Harper muttered to herself.

Looking around, she realized she couldn’t get a taxi here, and there was nowhere to rest.

Luckily, her company wasn’t too far away.

She hobbled into the office. Her colleagues crowded around, concerned about what had happened.

The editor Sherry exclaimed as soon as she saw Harper, “Oh my God, what happened to you? Your face and foot are swollen!”

“I just twisted my foot and bumped my face…” Harper replied weakly.

“Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Sherry asked.

“No, it’s fine. Sherry, can you drive me home?” Harper asked.

“Ah, but I have a lot of work to do. How about I get my husband, Oliver, to take you?”

Sherry’s husband, Oliver, worked in the marketing department, and Harper knew him.