Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“You made me look for evidence, only to deceive me,” Harper laughed, her voice tinged with bitterness, “Since you have no intention of letting me go, why bother? Just hurry up and kill me.”

Blaze’s eyes froze: What was she saying? Asking him to kill her? Did she want to die?

His face darkened, and he growled lowly before storming out, slamming the door shut behind him.

As he stepped outside, his bodyguards and Dylan, who had been waiting, lowered their heads in unison, “Master.”

“Master, it’s time for your IV drip,” Dylan reminded him as he followed.

“No need!” Blaze snapped. He paced back and forth, his handsome face twisted.

Suddenly, he turned to Dylan, his slender fingers touching his own face, “Dylan, am I ugly?”

Dylan was taken aback, “Master, you’re the most handsome member of the Wychwood Family, even in the entertainment industry, no one can compare,” Dylan replied.

It was the truth. A saying had circulated many years ago: The Wychwood Family produces beauties. In this generation, Blaze’s appearance was flawless, refined to the utmost perfection. Who would dare to question his looks?

“Then am I poor?” Blaze asked.

“You’re the richest man in the world.”

“Then why doesn’t this woman accept me? Am I that bad? Rich, handsome, and still she didn’t want me?”

Blaze kicked over a chair in frustration, “Damn Harper, did she know how many women were vying for me?”

“Uh, Master, you mean… Miss Shaw?” Dylan asked tentatively, then added after a moment’s thought, “I don’t think Miss Shaw is that kind of scheming woman. Otherwise, she would have stayed with you a long time ago, especially if she wanted a child.”

Blaze’s expression turned cold as he replied sharply, “I know. If Harper wanted status or money, she should have seized the opportunities I provided her with. What did she really want?”

“I’m undergoing a gynecological examination. Mr. Wychwood, once I prove that I haven’t been pregnant, I hope you won’t disturb my life anymore,” Blaze remembered her words.

“I see.., she wanted freedom…” Blaze’s gaze turned icy, “Get a lawyer here!”

“Yes, Master.”

Blaze stood there, pressing his hand against his chest, determination gleaming in his eyes.

‘That woman, Harper… I had to have her. She thought I wouldn’t disturb her life anymore? Dream on!’

…

In the VIP luxury ward, Harper still sat on the bed, feeling a dull ache between her legs. She braved the pain to get out of bed and reached for the doorknob.

It was locked.

He had locked her in here.

She leaned against the door, despair in her eyes. She slapped him just now… Would he send someone to throw her back into the forest to fend for herself again?

About two hours later, the door was pushed open from the outside. It wasn’t Blaze who entered but the butler, Dylan.

“Miss Shaw,” Dylan greeted her with a warm smile.

“Has he figured out a way to kill me?” Harper asked calmly, sitting on the edge of the bed.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dylan shook his head and lifted a black folder in his hand, “Master sent me to negotiate a deal with Miss Shaw.”

“A deal?”

“Yes. He is willing to give you unlimited time to prove your innocence, but during this period, you must become his woman,” Dylan explained.

Harper didn’t hesitate, “I refuse.”

She didn’t trust Blaze. He was nothing but a volatile paranoid. How could she trust him?

Dylan smiled, “Miss Shaw, don’t jump to conclusions. Actually, this is a favorable deal for you.”

Harper listened in silence.

“Master is used to getting what he wants. If you resist, it will only trigger his predatory instincts. That wouldn’t be good for you, right?” Dylan continued, “You want freedom the most, don’t you?”

Freedom, hitting the nail on the head.

Harper’s fingers trembled at the sound of those two words. Indeed, she wanted to survive, she wanted freedom, and compromising seemed to be the best move.

“Miss Shaw, do you want some time to think about it?” Dylan asked gently.

Harper pursed her lips, then after a while, she asked, “How do I know he won’t go back on his word?”

Upon hearing her question, Dylan knew she had her answer. “You can trust me on this. Master has never gone back on his word, and we can formalize the agreement with a contract.”

“I don’t think a contract would restrain someone like him,” Harper replied coldly.

“In the Wychwood Family, a contract holds absolute weight,” Dylan said, waiting for her response.

Harper looked at the black folder.

It was a sliver of hope. Her life seemed to be always oscillating between hope and disappointment, from her foster parents’ love to Logan’s companionship. Hope after hope, dashed each time. Should she try again? Try again to seize the hope of freedom from Blaze’s hands?

“Miss Shaw, when there’s even a sliver of hope, you should fight for it. Only by staying alive can you see what the next moment holds.”

The next moment…

Her world had long lost its vibrant colors.

But she agreed. When there’s a sliver of hope, it’s worth fighting for. She wanted freedom too much. In the past few years, she had been chasing after Logan, never really living for herself.

Now, she wanted to live her life properly.

And this freedom was in Blaze’s hands, up there.

“Alright. But I have a few conditions,” Harper said.

“Go on.”

“I can be his woman, but he can’t force me to , to do… if I don’t want…” Harper said, feeling a bit embarrassed to state that condition. But it was crucial.

“No way!” a domineering voice cut in.

Blaze pushed the door open and strode in, looking displeased. He glanced at Dylan, “It took you so long to finish a deal! Useless!”

“Yes, Master. It’s my incompetence,” Dylan said respectfully, lowering his head and stepping aside.

Harper was shocked to see the man standing in front of her. Had he been eavesdropping at the door the whole time?

“Harper! Listen to me, you can only make one demand,” Blaze said to Harper, his tone firm, “But it can’t be that one. I’ll touch you whenever I want to!”

“You…” Harper was livid. “Then I won’t sign.”

“Even if you don’t sign, I’ll still sleep with you,” Blaze said coldly, “Don’t even think about ending it all. Death isn’t that easy. I’ll have bodyguards watching you. I’ll make sure you can’t even die if you wanted to!”

Harper couldn’t believe he could say something so despicable. For a moment, she was speechless.

Blaze snatched the black folder from Dylan’s hand and threw it in front of her. “I don’t have that much patience. You have ten seconds to decide.”

What else could she do? Harper relented, “I’ll sign.”

“Smart,” Blaze’s anger subsided slightly.

“You can make one demand,” he said.

“No hitting me,” Harper requested.

“Agreed.” A satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

The deal was made. The signing went smoothly. Harper became Blaze’s woman just like that.

After the successful signing, Blaze was in an exceptionally good mood. He leaned against the headboard, receiving his intravenous drip, unable to hide his pleasure.

He glanced over at the corner. Harper was sitting on the leather sofa, about to put away the contract documents. Suddenly, Blaze’s voice came, “Dylan, give her the entire contents of the contract.”

“Yes, Master.” Dylan left the room.

Harper looked up at Blaze, a bit puzzled. What did he mean by the entire contents of the contract?

Blaze smiled smugly at her.

Harper immediately had a bad feeling about this.

Dylan came back in, carrying a thick stack of papers, as thick as a dictionary.

“Miss Shaw, here are pages 6 through 278 of the contract,” Dylan said, handing the thick stack to Harper.

“Pages 6 through 278? What did this mean?”

Blaze lounged lazily on the bed, leisurely saying, “Harper, didn’t you notice that a lot of pages were missing when you looked at the contract details?”

Upon hearing this, Harper immediately put down the stack of papers and opened the black folder to check the page numbers. Sure enough, it jumped from page 5 to page 279.

She had mainly focused on the content of the clauses and hadn’t paid attention to the page numbers.

“You’re cheating!”