Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

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Harper lay down on the bed, but she couldn’t fall asleep. Blaze’s last look was all she could see. That look plainly told her, he missed her.

Harper tapped her head, pulling the blanket over her head, forcing herself not to overthink…

Harper slept until the afternoon. Just as she entered the dining room to eat, her phone buzzed.

“Awake?” Blaze’s lazy, magnetic voice came through, “Harper, shouldn’t you get me a gift? You’ve never given me a gift before.”

A gift? Harper was puzzled. ‘This lunatic, why is he suddenly talking about gifts?’

“I’m going away for a week, we’ll be apart for so long, you should prepare a gift for me!” Blaze demanded, “I want to see it when I come back.”

Harper tried to find an excuse, “But didn’t you tell me to stay in more? How can I get you a gift?”

“I allow you to go out to pick a gift.” Blaze insisted.

“Of course, the phone must stay on.” He wanted to control her time completely, to know everything about her.

“Blaze.”

“Eh?”

“Are you suggesting that during the week you’re away, we talk on the phone every day?” Harper seemed to start grasping his intention.

Blaze answered quickly, “Harper, you finally understand.”

Harper felt crushed inside, “Why?”

“Who knows what you’ll do when I’m not around? What if you go off with some other guy?” Blaze said, completely unapologetic about his behavior.

“Blaze, don’t you think you’re being unreasonable? If you don’t trust me, just kick me out. Isn’t this exhausting for you?”

“Not at all.” Blaze replied.

“But it is for me.” Harper sighed, frustrated, “You’re suspecting me for no reason. I can’t even breathe.”

“I’ll give you artificial respiration then.” Blaze was completely indifferent to her frustration.

“Alright… alright… Whatever I ask of you, you have to do it.” Blaze said dominantly.

Harper was speechless. She didn’t know how to argue with someone so paranoid and obsessive.

“I’m going out now.” There was a sound of him getting up, “The phone needs to stay connected all the time. You have to have the gift ready for me by the time I come back, got it?”

For the next few days, Harper wore Bluetooth earphones constantly. She didn’t even get a chance to take them off. She wore them while eating, sleeping, and even going to the bathroom.

If Blaze called and she didn’t respond in a second, he would explode in anger over the phone, threatening how he would deal with her when he got back.

The silver lining in this unfortunate situation was that Blaze was busy in the UK too, so he wasn’t constantly on her case…

In the nignt.

Harper walked alone on the street. It was her first time out this week, out to pick a gift. Blaze was returning home in a couple of days, and she hadn’t chosen a gift yet.

Harper reached up and tapped her Bluetooth earpiece, the call still ongoing. There was no sound from Blaze’s end, probably busy with something else with his microphone muted like hers.

What gift should she pick? Harper wandered aimlessly down the street.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.

The most renowned luxury hotel, several luxury cars were parked outside.

Coming out of the cars were familiar faces. Now they could only be called acquaintances. Because legally, they had no relationship anymore.

Her adoptive father Walter, impeccably dressed in a suit, held hands with her adoptive mother, Marcia, as they walked into the hotel.

Following them were Logan’s parents, an elegant couple.

Then, Fiona, dressed in an evening gown, linked arms with Logan as they stepped out of the car.

Across the street, Harper couldn’t see their expressions, but they seemed to be getting along well. Earlier, Logan had said he would help her… Was it all a lie?

Harper glanced at the splendidly lit hotel and turned away, leaving alone.

She walked down the street, passing by a barbecue stand.

“Some beer,” Harper stopped and told the boss.

The barbecue stand was bustling with people, lively. She sat alone, opening a can of beer, enjoying this rare moment of freedom.

Later, as she turned her head, she saw a white convertible Porsche parked by the roadside. Logan sat in the driver’s seat, his eyes fixed on her.

“What’s wrong with you?” Logan looked at her, his eyes showing concern.

“Nothing. I’m leaving.” Harper didn’t want to say anything, just wanted to leave.

Her arm was grabbed by Logan, “Harper, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Let go!” Harper’s tone turned cold, “I saw it just now. Actually, you had no intention of helping me, you just wanted to play a prank on me, right?”

Logan explained, “Just now? I and Fiona, our relationship…”

“It’s your business, not mine.” Harper said, “But what I do to Fiona is my business, and I don’t want to involve you.”

With that, Harper turned and walked away.

Logan’s voice came from behind her, “Apart from Fiona, we have no relationship anymore?”

Harper paused, her tone somewhat indifferent, “Isn’t that so?”

“Of course not.” Logan’s tone became heavier. “Have you forgotten what you’ve done over the years?”

Harper turned back with anger, “I said I’ve given up. You’ve never cared before, so why bring it up now?”

“You give up just like that? What if I don’t agree?”

Harper mocked with a laugh, “That’s my business, how can you… Mmm-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Logan suddenly rushed over and pressed her against the wall, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

Harper’s mind went blank, not expecting this. Logan… forcibly kissed her.

Smack- Harper pushed him away forcefully, then slapped him hard across the face. The mark of her hand was visible on his fair skin, his eyes filled with bitterness.

He looked at Harper, “Harper, I…”

“Logan, do you know you’re a married man?” Harper glared at him with near hatred.

“We’re not married.” Logan said.

“The whole world saw your wedding!” Harper exclaimed angrily, “You got fooled by Fiona, that’s your business, but don’t drag me into your hypocritical marriage. I’m not your pawn to play with. I know, all these years I’ve been clinging to you, making you think I’m frivolous. But I just wanted you to remember.” Harper stared at him, “If you think you can play around between me and Fiona, then you’re wrong.”

“Logan, I’ve never disliked you this much before! I hate the soul which is occupying this body, preventing the real Logan from coming back…” Harper looked at him with hatred, then turned and left without looking back.

Logan stood in the alley without chasing after her. He suddenly punched the wall hard, blood seeping from his knuckles.

“I’m back. The real Logan has returned… Can’t you see it? Foolish Harper… How can you be so naive…”

…

Harper didn’t know how she got back home. She felt completely out of it.

She sat on the sofa, touching her lips. When she was young, she had imagined what her first kiss with Logan would be like, waiting for him to make the move…

But she never expected that the Logan who lost his memory and got married would suddenly forcibly kiss her. It made her feel ironic and ridiculous.

“Miss Shaw, are you okay?” The maid brought her a glass of juice, looking at her slightly pale face with concern, “Have some juice to sober up, you’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”

“I’m fine.” Harper picked up a wet tissue and vigorously wiped her lips. Even when Blaze forcibly kissed her, she hadn’t felt this repulsed.

Harper lifted the juice and gulped it down.

Suddenly, Blaze’s domineering voice came through, “Harper, what are you doing?”

Harper opened the microphone on the call and tapped her earpiece, her voice flat, “Nothing much.”

Wearing the earphones for a long time made her ears ache. She took them off and switched back to her phone to listen to the call.

“Where did you go tonight?” Blaze asked, his voice low and magnetic.

Harper glanced at the two maids cleaning, “I went to see if there was any suitable gift, but I didn’t find one.”

“Not out gallivanting?” Blaze’s voice turned icy.