Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Back in S City, Harper felt like she had traveled through time.

The wedding;

The sea voyage;

The disappearance;

The confinement.

She had only spent a little over a day at Tranquil Haven Island, but it felt like a century had passed.

She walked down the street, and people kept glancing at her face with curiosity. Fiona and Walter had both left marks on her left cheek. Overnight, her face had swollen badly. Harper held her face with one hand and hailed a taxi with the other.

As the taxi stopped in front of her, her phone vibrated with a message from Blaze-

[I’m so hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry…]

The word “hungry” repeated for about two hundred characters.

‘His bottomless pit of a stomach was always hungry.’ Harper sighed. Just as she got into the taxi and gave the address for Sky Harbor, Blaze’s call came through.

She reluctantly answered, hearing Blaze’s perpetually displeased voice, “Didn’t Dylan say you were back?”

“Uh, I just got back,” Harper replied wearily, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Blaze yelled, clearly annoyed.

“Why would I call you?” Harper blurted out without much thought, her face reflecting her confusion. She was back, why would she call him?

Blaze was momentarily speechless on the other end, “Fine, whatever! Harper, you’re doing great!” he snapped before abruptly hanging up.

Harper stared at her phone in bewilderment. ‘Why was he angry again? He really had a short fuse.’

…

N. E. Group.

Blaze sat back in his chair, visibly annoyed.

Damn woman. She came back and didn’t even bother calling him. And she had the nerve to sound so righteous!

She had guts!

Last night, he had to rush back to the company for an emergency. He even saw she was worried about her family, so he didn’t ask her to come with him. He left Dylan and the bodyguards with her and came back alone on the yacht.

And what did she do? Not a word of appreciation, not even a call to let him know she was back!

“Bang!”

Blaze slammed his fist on the table, lips pressed tightly together, anger flickering in his eyes. He was going back now, right away, to give her a good lesson.

Sky Harbor.

As Blaze pushed open the door, a tantalizing aroma of food wafted out from inside. This woman really knew how to appeal to him.

He glanced into the kitchen and saw Harper standing at the counter, sweating profusely and , unable to conceal her exhaustion.

On the dining table lay plates of steak and pasta, all very tempting. Blaze stood in the doorway, silently observing her.

Suddenly, she leaned forward, clearly exhausted. Blaze’s eyes widened in alarm, and he immediately rushed in, “Harper!”

There was a hint of panic in his voice that he hadn’t even realized.

“Ah?” Harper quickly stepped back to avoid bumping into the hot stove. Her face flushed red with embarrassment. She steadied herself and looked up at Blaze.

Seeing that she was safe, Blaze subtly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he mockingly remarked, “I’ve never seen someone cook themselves into a pot before.”

Suddenly, Blaze’s gaze hardened as he stared at her face, “What happened to your face?” his voice turned icy.

Harper reached up to touch her swollen cheek, “It’s nothing.”

“Who hit you?” Blaze’s voice was chilling. Who dared to harm his woman?

“I accidentally bumped into something,” Harper brushed her hair aside, hiding the swollen half of her face.

“Accidentally? Harper, you’re so clumsy,” Blaze snorted coldly.

“It’s time to eat,” Harper said cautiously, watching Blaze’s expression, afraid he would get angry again about what happened earlier.

Surprisingly, Blaze glanced at her and said nothing, simply walking over to the table and starting to eat with relish.

After finishing their meal, Blaze began making phone calls while Harper sat in a chair, resting.

As time passed, she started to feel bored. She looked at the man beside her.

Blaze sat there, his hands flew over the keyboard, making low, rhythmic sounds.

She glanced at his face. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, sharp and focused.

So this was what he looked like when he was serious.

“Why are you staring at me?” Blaze asked, his eyes fixed on the screen, hands still typing away.

Harper turned her head, about to stand up and leave, but then heard Blaze command, “Come over here.”

“What?” She didn’t react in time, and before she knew it, he grabbed her and sat her down on his lap.

“I’m disturbing you like this,” Harper said uneasily.

“You staring at me is more disturbing,” Blaze said, wrapping his arms around her and continuing to type on the keyboard.

Harper sat stiffly on his lap, feeling uncomfortable, “Should I go sit on the couch?” she suggested.

“Stay put,” Blaze said domineeringly.

Harper looked at the computer screen, filled with lines of code she couldn’t understand, “What are you doing?”

“I’m making a virus,” Blaze said.

“A virus? I thought you were working on the mobile system,” Harper said, puzzled.

Blaze’s fingers continued to move rapidly across the keyboard, his voice low and sexy, “I’m creating a virus to attack N. E.’s mobile system.”

“What?” Harper looked at the screen in astonishment.

‘He’s not sick, is he? He made the mobile system, and now he’s making a virus attack it? Is that interesting?’ she thought.

“The N. E. security system was almost hacked. I need to ensure our security system is one hundred percent perfect, without any flaws,” Blaze said, with a hint of paranoia.

“So that’s it,” Harper realized. “You left Tranquil Haven Island to deal with this?”

“Yeah,” Blaze responded, continuing to type.

Harper turned to look at his profile and found him surprisingly… handsome when he was focused on work. Perhaps it was his perfectionist nature that made the mobile system they used so flawless, with hardly any flaws.

‘If he wasn’t so mean, torturing me all the time, I might appreciate him as a serious man,’ she mused.

“I said, no staring at me!” Blaze suddenly stopped typing and glared at her. He quickly pinched her chin and leaned down to capture her soft lips.

“Mmm…” Harper instinctively tried to move back, but he held her firmly in place.

His kiss was passionate, lingering… Gradually, she felt the change in his body, his firm bulge pressing against her. Could he be thinking of … here?

Just as she thought he might lose control, Blaze pulled away from her lips, his eyes filled with desire, his voice husky. “If I didn’t have work to do, I would have fucked you right now.”

Harper breathed a sigh of relief.

She could only sit there, staring at the incomprehensible code on the computer screen in front of her.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they slowly closed, and she drifted off to sleep. Unaware, Blaze continued writing the virus. When he finished, it was early morning. He glanced down at the girl in his arms. She was fast asleep, leaning against him, her mouth slightly open in a comical expression.NôvelDrama.Org content.

A tender smile tugged at Blaze’s lips, unbeknownst even to himself. He reached out to smooth her long hair, gazing deeply at her face. His fingertips brushed against her swollen cheek, furrowing his brow.

He picked up his phone and dialed, “Dylan, get me some bruise-healing cream.”

“Yes, Master.”

About ten minutes later, Dylan delivered the cream to him.

Blaze brushed aside Harper’s hair from her face, dabbed a bit of white cream onto his fingers and gently applied it to her face, massaging it in softly.

“Mmm…” Harper felt the pain even in her sleep, furrowing and letting out a soft hum.

He gentled his movements even more.

After a moment, she even seemed to smile slightly in her sleep.

‘Was she dreaming?’ Blaze watched the smile on her lips and suddenly felt an intense curiosity about what she was thinking at that moment.

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