Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Thank you,” Harper said, wincing in pain.

Sherry helped her into the car. Harper turned to the young man in the driver’s seat, “Oliver, sorry to bother you. Can you please take me to a nearby hotel? I can’t go back home right now.”

Home? She didn’t have a home anymore. Her rented house was withdrawn, and she obviously couldn’t go back to the duplex at Sky Harbor.

“Sure thing,” Oliver drove around for a while before finally finding a hotel.

Harper opened the car door and stepped out, but as soon as her foot touched the ground, she winced in pain.

“Let me help you,” Oliver offered, seeing her struggling to walk.

“Thank you so much, Oliver,” Harper gratefully replied.

Suddenly, they heard the screeching of brakes.

The next moment, a limited edition black luxury car slammed to a stop right in front of them. The car door crashed into the revolving door of the hotel, shattering the glass.

“Ah!” Oliver startled, taking a step back. Harper, nearly falling, instinctively grabbed onto his clothes.

The car door swung open forcefully, and a figure rushed out, grabbing Harper and dragging her away.

“Ouch!” Harper cried out in pain. She looked up in shock. It was Blaze, standing angrily in front of her.

Blaze?

“What are you-”

Before Harper could finish her sentence, Blaze let go of her and punched Oliver.

“Bang!”

Oliver staggered backward, hitting the door frame. He reacted, striking back at Blaze. The two men started fighting right in front of the hotel entrance.

Harper could only watch helplessly as Oliver was overwhelmed by Blaze’s relentless assault, ending up lying on the ground, blood streaming from his mouth.

“Oliver-” Harper stared in horror, then turned to Blaze, her eyes blazing with anger, “What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad?”

“Me, mad?” Blaze sneered, then kicked Oliver’s body hard, causing him to curl up in pain.

Seeing this, Harper rushed forward to push Blaze away.

Blaze’s reaction was a mixture of anger and hysteria, “Harper, are you out of your damn mind? Sneaking around in hotels behind my back, and now you dare to push me?”

“Who’s sneaking around? Are you insane? Let him go!” Harper pushed him with all her strength.

Her desperate attempt to save Oliver drove Blaze mad with jealousy. He raised his hand as if to strike her…

Harper’s body tensed up instantly. ‘Was he going to hit me?’

Blaze glared at her, his eyes bloodshot. His hand was raised in the air for a long time, and finally did not fall on her. He turned away from her and resumed his attack on Oliver, “You fuck dare to touch my woman? Do you want to die?”

Oliver, unable to defend himself, spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Stop! Stop!” Harper cried out fearfully, “He’s just the husband of a colleague, he was only giving me a ride! Stop, you’re beating him to death!”

“Taking you to a hotel?” Blaze didn’t believe a word of it.

“You told me to leave, where else could I go? I have nowhere else to go!” Harper shouted loudly, her hands clutching at his sleeve, “Let him go.”

Blaze’s posture stiffened at her words. He had told her to leave, but just because he hadn’t wanted to hurt her by losing control in his anger…

Harper pleaded with him, her eyes glistening with tears.

Blaze gradually calmed down. He withdrew his foot and snorted, “I won’t hit him anymore.”

At the hospital-

In a certain ward, Oliver lay on the hospital bed, barely conscious.

Sherry sobbed uncontrollably at his bedside.

Harper stood by, feeling guilty. She didn’t know how to comfort Sherry as she cried.

“Why are you crying? It’s so annoying!” a voice of impatience cut through. Blaze sat on the nearby sofa, looking displeased.

“Shut up,” Harper snapped at him. It was because of him that Oliver ended up in the hospital.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Blaze met Harper’s accusing gaze. She rarely dared to glare at him, his lips moved slightly, but he didn’t say anything else. He had made a mistake with the beating, but Oliver wasn’t dead…

“Waaah…” Sherry’s crying grew louder.

Dylan walked in from outside and approached Sherry, politely saying, “Miss Sherry, I’ve arranged for the best orthopedic surgeon in the country to treat your husband. This is the compensation from us, hoping you’ll accept it. We apologize for what happened this time.”

“You think you can buy me off with money? Let me tell you, you guys just wait…” Sherry stood up, about to start ranting. Her gaze suddenly landed on the number on the check Dylan was holding, and she froze. How many zeros were there? How could anyone compensate so extravagantly?…

With tear stains on her face, Sherry looked at Harper.

Harper looked back at her, full of guilt.

“Miss Sherry, we’re truly sincere, please accept it. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure your husband doesn’t suffer any sequelaes,” Dylan said as he handed her the check.

With so much money, Sherry and her husband wouldn’t have to worry about anything for the rest of their lives. Sherry glanced at her husband lying on the bed, thought for a moment, and decided to accept the check.

“Okay, it’s settled.” Blaze stood up and pulled Harper along, “Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I want to stay here,” Harper said, her feelings toward Blaze now filled with deep resentment, not wanting to be around him at all.

“Harper, you’re getting bolder!”

“What, you want to push me again? My ankle hurts…” Harper propped up her swollen ankle.

“You-” Blaze shifted his gaze to her foot.

‘Was it because of me that she ended up like this? If she hadn’t provoked me in the car, I wouldn’t have pushed her. It was her own fault!’ Suddenly, Blaze turned and walked away.

“I remembered…” Sherry pointed at the door, her face filled with shock, “He, he, he, he, he is Blaze Wychwood! The globally renowned Blaze Wychwood. The perennial leader of the wealth rankings, Blaze Wychwood! This man represented two things: money and power!”

“It’s him,” Harper nodded helplessly. She knew Sherry would eventually remember.

“Oh my God.” Sherry looked at her incredulously, “How did you get involved with him?”

“It’s a story that’s hard to believe. I don’t want to talk about him,” Harper shook her head, patting Sherry’s shoulder, “Let me go buy you a drink.”

Harper walked out, glancing back at the hospital bed before leaving. Oliver was lying there, injured and asleep, his leg elevated due to a fracture.

Paranoia was truly terrifying, even more so than she had imagined. To think that Oliver, innocent as he was, ended up like this. Luckily, Blaze didn’t know about her past with Fiona and Logan. Otherwise… She didn’t dare to think about what the consequences might be.

Walking down the hospital corridor, Harper winced in pain from her sprained ankle. She made her way to the vending machine, inserting coins and retrieving two bottles of drinks.

“Harper?” A gentle voice tinged with confusion called out.

Harper turned to see Logan, dressed in hospital garb, standing by a potted plant.

It’s a small world after all.

Harper forced a smile, “Are you hospitalized here? About the wedding…”

“I wasn’t feeling well, so Fiona and I came back early,” Logan said softly, his tone lacking its usual coldness.

“Oh.” Harper nodded, asking, “Is your headache better now?”

“Much better,” Logan tapped his head and walked slowly toward her. He looked at her swollen face with apology in his eyes, “I’m really sorry for the misunderstanding.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it,” Harper shook her head.

Logan’s smile froze on his face. His deep eyes stared at her intently, “I’ve also wronged you before, haven’t I?”

Harper, in the midst of calculating her remaining coins, was taken aback by his words, “What did you say?”

“I remember saying so many harsh words to you before. I was a real jerk,” Logan apologized with remorse.

Harper, puzzled, looked at him, “Are you… apologizing to me?”

The two stood facing each other quietly, no conflict, no argument.

Logan chuckled ruefully, his voice softening, “I just felt I was too harsh on you before. I’m really sorry. I don’t even know how to make it up to you.”

‘Make it up? Did he just say “make it up”?’ Harper looked at Logan and suddenly felt him somewhat unfamiliar.

What she wanted was never his apology or any compensation.

But now, it didn’t matter anymore. She didn’t care.

“That’s all in the past,” Harper said lightly, holding onto the drink bottle, “I’ll be on my way. Take care of yourself.” She limped away.

“What happened to your foot?” Logan noticed her difficulty in walking, “Are you here to see a doctor? Let me accompany you.”

“No need, I can manage on my own.” She needed to get her foot treated; it was too painful.

Logan caught up, “I know the chief physician here. Let me…”