Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Seeing her awake, Blaze’s anger intensified. He almost hysterically shouted, “Harper! Are you out of your damn mind?”

‘Out of mind? Wasn’t it him? He’s the paranoid one.’

Just waking up, Harper was a bit dazed by the scolding, so she could only stare blankly at the man in front of her.

“I tell you to die, you just die? Are you that obedient? I tell you to be my woman, why won’t you?” Blaze roared angrily, glaring down at her, “You don’t even know how to beg for mercy even at the point of death!”

The guards had been withdrawn from the forest edge. By the third day, he even allowed her to eat without interference from the guards, yet she still knew nothing, didn’t know to walk out…

Really, dumb to death.

If he hadn’t seen her unconscious on the surveillance screen and rushed in to save her, she would be dead by now.

Even at death’s door, she didn’t struggle at all!

Harper was bewildered by the scolding-It seemed… he was the one who wanted her dead, right? And now he’s scolding her again?

“Idiot! Fool! Stupid woman!” Blaze berated her, his once-sexy voice now hoarse from shouting.

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Harper lowered his head and saw that she had already been changed into a nightgown.

“What are you looking at? I changed it!” Blaze growled, “Is there anywhere on your body I haven’t seen or touched?”

Harper looked at him speechlessly and weakly said, “Don’t go too far…”

She wasn’t concerned about changing clothes anyway. Besides, she had already died once, and she really didn’t want to care about these things anymore.

She just couldn’t stand how this man was the one trying to kill her, yet he was now scolding her as if everything was her fault. It was mind-boggling, almost making her start to doubt her own memory.

“I went too far? I didn’t fuck you when you were dehydrated, that’s pretty restrained.” Blaze growled, glaring at her with hatred, stomping angrily on the bed with his feet.

He stomped so hard that if it weren’t for the good quality of the bed, she would have already been shaken off.

Harper was too tired to argue with him anymore, so she leaned against the headboard silently, her eyelids drooping slightly.

Seeing her indifferent, Blaze became even angrier, lifting his foot to kick her leg.

Harper winced in pain, then looked up at the volatile man, “What exactly… do you want?”

She was too weak to speak properly, her words coming out in fragmented sentences.

“I want to kill you,” Blaze stated bluntly.

“Then why don’t you… just let me die…? Why bother saving me?”

“Because I want to figure something out!” Blaze declared.

Harper weakly leaned against the headboard, looking at him in confusion.

Blaze walked to her, stepping off the bed, glaring at her with severity as he barked, “What does it mean that ‘no one believes me’? What does that mean? Explain it to me!”

With that, Blaze angrily threw a stack of papers beside him towards her.

The papers fell like snowflakes, covering the entire bed. Harper stared blankly at them. These were the drawings she made in the forest. They depicted scenes from her childhood with Logan, memories flooding back as she drew.

Written repeatedly on these papers was one sentence: “No one believes me.”

Blaze didn’t believe her.

Logan didn’t believe her either. Despite her desperately providing evidence to prove that she was once his closest person… he still didn’t believe her.

She was honest, yet they all thought she was a liar.

Harper reached out to pick up the papers.

But Blaze lifted his foot, kicking the papers away. He glared at her, his voice filled with anger, “Explain! What does it mean that ‘no one believes me’? I wronged you?”

“You didn’t??” Harper asked calmly, finding the question rather ridiculous.

Blaze glared at her, “You set me up, secretly had a child, and didn’t hand it over. Have I wronged you?”

“I didn’t lie,” Harper’s tone remained unchanged, knowing that Blaze wouldn’t believe her anyway. He would only stick to what he thought was right.

“If you didn’t lie, then you should gather evidence and throw it all back at those heads who don’t believe you, make them apologize to you, instead of just dying!” Blaze growled.

Without the expected barrage of insults, Harper was stunned for several seconds before she realized what Blaze had said.

He said that she should make those who don’t believe her apologize to her, rather than just letting her die.

The person who doubted her the most actually spoke like this, as if… advising her not to seek death.

Impossible.

Harper looked at this man standing in front of her, feeling somewhat confused. She seemed… unable to understand Blaze at all.

“What are you looking at me for? I can’t possibly be wrong! I’m just teaching you a lesson!” Blaze glared at her.

He was still so arrogant.

Harper looked at him, silent for a moment, and then asked without hope, “So… can I go find evidence?”

“Sure!”

Harper felt like she had suddenly gone deaf, stunned again.

‘Did he actually say yes? How come he became so accommodating?’

“Harper, listen, I never wrong people,” Blaze said, “I’ll give you a week. If you can’t prove your honesty, then come back here obediently, and bring my child with you!”

A week?

Harper wanted to say it was too short, but Blaze was capricious, and it was rare for him to relent. She couldn’t negotiate with him.

If there was a chance to live, she would take it.

“Okay, I promise,” Harper almost wanted to get out of bed immediately, but she was too weak to even speak loud.

“Now you need to explain another thing to me,” Blaze said.

“What thing?”

Blaze suddenly sat down beside her, his long legs directly resting on her abdomen. His sturdy calf even rubbed her abdomen maliciously a couple of times.

Harper had no strength to argue with him.

Blaze picked up a piece of paper nearby and held it up to her, pointing to the figure drawn inside, “Who’s this guy? Your man?”