Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Harper was about to argue, but Dylan quickly interjected, “Miss Shaw, rest assured, the missing part won’t affect the overall situation. It’s just the rules you need to follow during your time as Master’s woman.”

“Rules?” Harper stood up, pointing at the stack of papers that were almost as thick as a dictionary. “I can only have one demand for him, but he has 274 pages of rules for me? Why?”

“Because I’m Blaze Wychwood,” Blaze replied, arrogant and self-assured.

Harper glared at him.

Blaze chuckled lightly, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he looked at her resentful expression.

Harper gritted her teeth in anger, lifting the black folder in her hand and hurling it toward him. Dylan immediately rushed over and intercepted it.

Blaze smirked triumphantly. “Dylan, tell her how the contract is written, and what’s the punishment for hitting me?”

Punishment? Harper was taken aback.

“A hundred tickles on the soles of the feet,” Dylan answered solemnly.

“Mr. Wychwood, considering this is my first offense, could you let me take the contract back to read it carefully?” Harper ultimately chose to yield. Since being bound to the castle deep in the forest, she had been at Blaze’s mercy, unable to break free no matter how hard she tried.

“Recite it from memory, I’ll be checking,” Blaze commanded.

“Fine.”

“Get out.”

Blaze waved his hand, generously allowing her to leave…

In the tranquil night, Harper walked out of the bathroom and sat on the desk while wiping his hair.

On the desk lay the 274 pages of rules.

She couldn’t fathom what was going through that man’s mind to come up with 274 pages of rules. The first rule-without the party A’s consent, party B must not expose any part of her body beyond the face and hands to anyone, regardless of gender.

He actually set such rules…

Now that the time to prove her innocence had been extended from one week to an indefinite period, it was somewhat of a relief. But if the hospital couldn’t provide evidence, what other way did she have to prove she hadn’t been pregnant?

“Ding!”

A sound suddenly rang out in the quiet bedroom, emanating from the phone on the desk. Harper picked up the phone, greeted by a display of fireworks on the screen.

Within the rainbow-like fireworks, a line of text slowly appeared-Master, today is your 24th birthday. Is the cake ready? Let’s celebrate together.

It was the reminder function built into the N. E phone system.

Birthday. Today was her birthday.

Harper looked at the screen, her gaze dimming as she watched the fireworks display. Contrasted with her current loneliness, she felt an overwhelming sense of desolation.

Since Logan regained his sight and lost his memory, she hadn’t celebrated her birthday.

Memories always sneak into the mind unexpectedly.

Logan’s birthday was shortly after hers. He used to enjoy celebrating together, giving her all the gifts he received from The Davidson Family.

Their old home’s balcony was where they used to celebrate birthdays.

“Harper, in the future, our home will have a balcony too, so we can always celebrate our birthdays there.”

“Our home?”

“When you grow up and marry me, we’ll have our own home.”

“Oh…”

…

Logan used to be blind, and he didn’t like too much activity. He loved the balcony; it was comfortable with the sunlight and the breeze, and he could reach out and grab her hand easily.

But now, Logan didn’t need to celebrate birthdays with her on the balcony. He had Fiona, and soon he would have his own baby. His life was happy and complete without her.

‘No one would celebrate my birthday. No one would remember.’ Harper shook her head and reached to turn off the reminder on the screen when she heard the doorbell ringing outside.

Who? No one would come to see her at this time. Could it be someone remembering her birthday?

Harper hurried to the door, her heart inexplicably beating fast, faintly hoping for something.

Outside the door.

Blaze leaned casually against the doorway, his neat brown hair framing his striking face, illuminated by the lights from inside, making him look even more alluring.

“Mr. Wychwood? Aren’t you supposed to be in the hospital?” Harper never expected Blaze to show up here.

“Do I need to report to you before I leave the hospital?” Blaze glanced at her disdainfully, pushing her away and striding inside as if he owned the place.

Following him were Dylan and a few bodyguards.

“Master, we’ll wait outside,” Dylan bowed slightly to Blaze and exited, closing the door .

Harper felt utterly annoyed. How did her home become a place where he could come and go as he pleased?

“I’m hungry. Make me something to eat, be quick!” Blaze ordered as he walked towards the kitchen.

“Now?” Harper was dumbfounded. Was he really here just because he wanted to eat? He was Blaze, after all. The Wychwood Family’s castle had plenty of cooks, even chefs from all over the world, who made much better food than hers.

“Now! Hurry up!” Blaze snapped impatiently. He was genuinely hungry, “The food made by the cooks Dylan hired was so bad I couldn’t even swallow a bite.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I… I…”

“You’re my woman now. I tell you to cook, you cook.” Blaze took a step back and grabbed her wrist, dragging her into the kitchen.

“Alright, alright, let go.”

Harper conceded and opened the fridge, looking at the remaining ingredients inside. It had been a while since she last went grocery shopping, and all that was left was instant noodles.

Suddenly, Harper remembered the birthday reminder on her phone: “Let’s celebrate together.”

Celebrate? Celebrate with Blaze?

That was quite odd.

She turned her head to see Blaze walking towards the door. He was taking off his suit jacket, leaving him in just a shirt, looking lean and handsome. As he walked out, his foot hit an easel on the floor, and he casually kicked it aside.

‘Ew… such a bad temper.’ Harper sighed and took out the instant noodles. She never expected her birthday to be “celebrated” with this man.

Her birthday + N. E. CEO + instant noodles.

It was probably the weirdest combination, but it was happening for real.

Blaze had a big appetite, so Harper decided to open a few more packs of instant noodles. She added eggs and ham sausages, throwing everything into the pot and cooking it messily.

In the end, she served two large bowls of noodles and a smaller one for herself.

Harper placed the noodles on the table, and Blaze walked over as he talked on the phone, seemingly giving orders about some business.

“Not bad.” Blaze hung up the phone, sat across from her, and lowered his head to smell the aroma of the instant noodles, speaking in a low voice.

Harper looked at the man in front of her speechlessly. It was just instant noodles. He must have had a taste or smell defect. If he couldn’t appreciate the food made by the chefs at home, instant noodles became his idea of “not bad.”

Harper didn’t bother to mention that it was instant noodles, she simply ate her noodles.

The night was quiet, with the soft orange light casting a gentle glow over the dining table. The only sound was Harper slurping her noodles quietly.

At that moment, Harper truly felt that Blaze was a nobleman. He ate the noodles quickly but silently, maintaining an elegant demeanor throughout, although he was a volatile and paranoid man.

Suddenly, a hand snatched the bowl in front of her.

“…” She looked up in astonishment at the man across from her.

He actually took her noodles?

“You cooked too little. I’m still hungry, I’m not satisfied.” Blaze justified his theft, continuing to eat from the bowl.

“…” Was he a robber?

How could he eat so much? How could he maintain such a lean physique with this eating style? It didn’t make sense.

Watching her noodles being devoured by Blaze in just a few bites, Harper really wanted to grab the bowl and smack it over his head.

Gracefully finishing the last spoonful of noodle soup, Blaze looked at her with firm eyes. “Dessert?”

“What dessert?” Harper couldn’t believe it. “You’re not full yet?”

“Not.”

“You just had acute gastroenteritis. Maybe you shouldn’t eat too much.” Harper didn’t want to make him dessert anymore!

Today was her birthday, not her suffering day!

Blaze seemed to think her suggestion made sense and didn’t insist further. He just glanced disdainfully at the bowl and said, “Change these inferior bowls. They are ugly, made me lose my appetite.”

“Lose appetite?… yet you ate so much?” Harper stood up to tidy up the dishes.

Meanwhile, Blaze critiqued everything in her house.

“This chair won’t do. Change it.”

“This ceiling won’t do. Change it.”

“This vase is too ugly. Change it.”

“Harper, what’s your taste? You need to redecorate your house.”

“…”

‘No one asked you to my house. The thing that needed changing the most was you. You should disappear.’ Harper muttered.