Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

How could Logan not understand her words? “Do you think I want to flirt with you just because I’m upset about being deceived by Fiona?”

Harper didn’t say anything, but her expression made it clear that’s exactly what she thought.

Logan couldn’t help but chuckle. In that moment, he almost wanted to say that he had regained his memory.

After pondering for a couple of seconds, he smiled and asked, “You used to want to be with me, right?”

“But I’ve given up,” Harper immediately responded. “I used to be persistent, but I just wanted you to regain your memory. I’ve let go.”

“Just giving up like that? Even if I finally realize I’ve been wrong all along and want to make amends, it’s useless?” Logan asked.

Harper stood at the door, stunned by his words.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I was just asking casually,” Logan replied, staring at her.

Harper couldn’t discern anything from his face. She lowered her head and said softly, “It’s pointless. ”

“Is that so?” Logan smiled gently, “In this world, nothing is certain.”

Harper looked at him puzzled.

Logan didn’t say anything more and turned to leave…

Harper was hungry. Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, her phone rang again, this time Dylan calling.

“Miss Shaw, the maids have arrived. Can you please open the door?”

“I don’t need maids.”

“This is what the Master instructed. It’s a bit late now, let the maid make you some supper.” Dylan said, “You know his temper…”

…

Harper sat in the living room eating the noodles made by the maid, thinking about everything that had happened today.

Tracking Fiona;

Fiona’s secret conversation with Lena;

Logan’s inexplicable flirtation;

And… Blaze suddenly flying to the UK.

Blaze still didn’t know that Lena was the one who climbed into his bed back then, and Harper wondered what he would do when he found out… Would he treat Lena the same way as he did her? Or would he punish Lena severely?

She hoped it was the latter.

Harper bit into her noodles, lost in thought. She never expected Lena to betray her like this. A so-called good friend, a classmate… it was all fake…

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Harper continued eating as she answered the call.

It wouldn’t be anyone else calling at this late hour, only Blaze.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating noodles and watching the news,” Harper replied vaguely, with a mouthful of noodles.

“I’m hungry too!” Blaze said on the other end, his voice sounding somewhat tired.

“Then have something,” Harper suggested.

“I want to eat what you make. The food here is terrible,” Blaze cursed a group of chefs.

“How could that be? Stop being picky,” Harper retorted.

“I’m not being picky, their food is really terrible. I should have brought you with me,” Blaze sounded irritated, “I’m really hungry. Why aren’t you by my side?”

Harper listened silently. There must be something wrong with him, only likes the food she makes.

“Hey, why aren’t you saying anything?” Blaze’s irritation grew as he couldn’t hear her voice properly.

“I’m eating,” Harper replied, her tone tinged with impatience.

“You can chat with me while you eat, or just stop eating! I’m hungry, and you shouldn’t eat either,” Blaze demanded.

Harper held the phone to her ear and said, “You’ve been on the plane for so long, you must be tired. Why not go to sleep? I’ll finish my noodles and sleep too.”

“I can’t sleep,” Blaze’s voice came through the phone, “so you shouldn’t sleep either. Keep me company.”

He was being completely unreasonable.

Harper took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, “Then what do you want to talk about?”

There was a moment of rustling noises on the other end, sounding like the rustle of blankets and pillows.

In a luxurious, retro-styled bedroom in England, Blaze lay in the center of the bed, his long legs crossed over the covers. Holding his phone in one hand, the other behind his head, he confidently said, “I’m too hungry to think. What do you want to chat about?”

Harper replied dismissively, “I want to sleep.”

“Chat about sleeping?” Blaze’s tone suddenly became excited, with a hint of mischief in his smile. “Phone sex? I like it. You start.”

“Who said anything about that?” Harper groaned.

“You did. Come on, hurry up, start moaning,” Blaze urged her.

Go to hell! Harper imagined Blaze’s arrogant face on the phone and punched the air in frustration before reluctantly bringing the phone back to her ear, “Why did you suddenly go to England? Is there something urgent?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

Harper looked at her phone in confusion. The call was still connected; why did he suddenly stop talking?

Before she could ask, Blaze’s voice suddenly lowered, “Nothing, just a trip. I’ll be back in a week. Make sure you wait for me at home.”

“Oh,” Harper replied softly.

“Don’t overthink it,” Blaze added suddenly.

“I’m not overthinking it. What’s there to overthink?” Harper retorted, rolling her eyes, “I’m done eating. I’m going to take a shower and get ready for bed.”

“Taking a shower?” Blaze suddenly sat up in bed.

“Yeah. Then I’ll hang up,” Harper replied casually.

“No!” Blaze immediately commanded her, “Take the phone with you into the bathroom.”

That insane! Harper wanted to argue for a moment but then had a sudden idea, “Okay, fine. Just wait.”

Blaze was very satisfied, his fingertips tracing over his lips, already feeling impatient.

Harper walked into the bathroom of the guest room, turned on the shower, and loudly announced, “I’m starting to shower.”

“Mm-hmm,” Blaze replied satisfactorily.

Harper placed her phone on the sink and then clapped her hands before turning and walking out of the bathroom.

After showering in another bathroom, Harper collapsed onto bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, she was back in her childhood home. Logan’s fingers traced on the wall as he walked towards her step by step. He reached her and smiled gently, “Harper, I’m back. I’m really back.”

Suddenly, Logan’s face morphed into Blaze’s domineering face. His features contorted in front of her as he shouted, “Harper, wake up! Phone sex!”

She was frightened and ran away. Blaze kept chasing her, and she kept running, but he kept chasing…

The bedroom light suddenly turned on.

Harper rubbed her eyes uncomfortably and adjusted her position to continue sleeping.

“Miss Shaw, wake up. Miss Shaw! Wake up!”

“Miss Shaw, wake up!”

“Miss Shaw, Miss Shaw.”

Harper groggily opened her eyes, looking annoyed at the two maids standing by the bed. “What are you doing?”

The two maids stood there, looking anxious. One of them handed her the phone, “Miss Shaw, why did you leave your phone in the bathroom? Master is looking for you.”

Master?

Blaze?

Harper looked at the phone, and the call time displayed on the screen instantly shocked her awake. The call hadn’t been hung up all this time? It had been over two hours. Was Blaze insane?

Blaze’s angry voice came through, “Harper! Are you out of your mind? I thought you slipped in the bathroom, but it turns out you went to sleep instead!”

Harper silently moved the phone away from her ear, gesturing to the two maids to go to sleep first.

The two maids nodded silently and left her bedroom.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Blaze was still yelling at her, “Do you know how worried I was? You just went to sleep like that? You dare to go to sleep without saying a word?”

Harper sat on the bed, stunned by his words. He was actually worried about her?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Hang up the phone, let’s video chat.”

As the video call connected, Harper saw Blaze’s huge bedroom, looking like some retro Western palace.

Blaze stared straight at her, his voice sexy, “Harper, take off your pajamas.”

“What?”

“Take off your pajamas.” Blaze stared at her blatantly.

Harper had had enough. She glared at the screen angrily, “Blaze, if you keep this up, I’m cutting the video, and you can deal with me in a week. And by the way, it’s almost dawn here, can I go to sleep?”

Blaze frowned at her words, “You don’t want to stay in touch with me like this?”

“No, I’m really tired.”

“Alright, I’ll let you off this time.” Blaze sighed, “Keep your phone on, I’ll call you, you must pick up.”

“Okay, got it.”

Harper replied, reaching to end the video call, but she saw Blaze on the screen, staring deeply at her.

His gaze was intense, as he said each word, “Harper, I’m really hungry. I want to eat the food you make.”

His voice was low and magnetic, filled with longing. His eyes were speaking of missing her.

Harper stared at his face on the screen, her heart racing.

Harper placed her hand on her chest. What was wrong with her? Blaze had only said a sentence. He talks so much every day, what’s there to be moved by?