Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Harper,” Logan stood in front of her.

Meeting him at this moment caught her off guard. She looked somewhat uncomfortable, “Hey…”

“Back so early from outside?” Logan questioned, his gaze drifting to her neck, his face paling instantly.

Harper noticed his stare and quickly covered her neck with her hand…

Both of them fell silent.

She stood there, silently, hands firmly on her neck.

Even though she knew he probably already knew about her and Blaze, being caught off guard like this filled her with embarrassment.

Logan remained silent too. He didn’t step aside, just stood there.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Thud, thud-” a low, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded behind Harper.

It was Blaze.

Harper inexplicably tensed up.

“Why the rush?” Blaze draped an arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. Sensing her body stiffen, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “What’s with you? Why are you so scared now?”

Harper kept her head down.

“Mr. Wychwood,” Logan’s voice suddenly rang out.

Blaze finally noticed Logan, sneering contemptuously, “Oh, it’s you, brother-in-law.”

“Considering Mr. Wychwood’s relationship with Harper, it doesn’t seem appropriate to call me brother-in-law.” Logan said, with a smile, his gaze landing on Blaze’s hand on her shoulder.

Harper couldn’t tell if he was attacking her for being just Blaze’s lover or attacking Blaze for not deserving to be called his brother-in-law…

She admitted she was clueless; she couldn’t understand Logan’s meaning at this moment. But she could feel the grip of the hand on her shoulder slowly tightening.

“You certainly don’t have the qualification,” Blaze sneered, full of mockery, “Your family only deals with cosmetics. How do you qualify to be related to me?”

Harper sensed Blaze’s suppressed anger in his tone and quickly reached out to tug at his shirt, “Let’s go, I want to go back.”

Blaze cast a dark look at Logan, said nothing more, and led Harper away.

The elevator doors opened.

Just as they were about to step in, Logan’s voice sounded behind them, “Mr. Wychwood, cosmetics are the most intimate thing for women. A woman can leave any man, but she can’t leave her cosmetics. So, don’t underestimate people who make cosmetics.”

“What do you mean? Are you implying you’re better than me?” Blaze hit the nail on the head.

“Mr. Wychwood is a smart man and can definitely understand what I’m talking about.” Logan met Blaze’s gaze squarely.

“I don’t understand!”

“Well, that can only mean Mr. Wychwood might really not understand women very well,” Logan said with a smile.

Harper felt the tension between the two men, shocked. She didn’t understand why Blaze and Logan were arguing over cosmetics.

They were getting along fine on Tranquil Haven Island. Blaze had a quick temper and could argue with anyone, but Logan was always well-mannered. Why was he provoking Blaze repeatedly today?

“Logan, I feel like I’ve really gotten to know you today!”

“My pleasure,” Logan smiled faintly, then turned and walked away.

“If a woman really can’t live without cosmetics, I, Blaze, will burn all the cosmetics in the world!” Blaze’s arrogant voice echoed behind him, “I have the power to burn down your entire Davidson Group!”

Unlike Logan’s hidden threat, Blaze was direct and cruel.

Logan paused for a moment, then continued walking forward, as if he hadn’t heard.

Harper stood there, watching Logan’s retreating figure, with confusion in her eyes. Logan… seemed to have really changed. He never liked arguing with people before. Blaze didn’t offend him, so why was he speaking so aggressively?

Blaze suddenly turned to her, his eyes fierce, his voice icy, “Does this guy like you?”

What?

Harper was stunned on the spot…

“I’m talking to you, does this guy like you?” Blaze slapped her head, displeased with her silent response.

“What nonsense are you talking about? You know he’s Fiona’s husband, you even went to their wedding.”

She hadn’t forgotten Dylan’s warning: she couldn’t let Blaze know about her past entanglement with Logan. That would cross a dangerous line with a paranoid like him.

“His reaction clearly shows he sees me as a rival,” Blaze said coldly.

“You’re overthinking it,” Harper said, trying to maintain her normal tone as she headed towards the elevator.

Blaze grabbed her arm, staring at her, trying to read something from her face.

She stared back at Blaze, silently.

She wasn’t lying; Logan really didn’t like her, so she had nothing to feel guilty about.

The two stood there motionless as the elevator doors closed with a faint sound.

After a while, Blaze let go of her, his voice cold, “Was he unable to win you over, so he went after your sister?”

He couldn’t discern anything from her face, so he came up with another hypothesis.

“How is that possible?”

“How is it not possible? Even though your sister is so ugly, he still pursued her. He must have initially been interested in you, failed to get you, and settled for second best,” Blaze was convinced of his conclusion. He pulled her into his arms, sounding disdainful, “Neither of them are good people. The further away you stay from them, the better. It’s right to cut ties early!”

As Blaze hugged her into the elevator, Harper felt as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster. Even though she hadn’t witnessed Blaze’s jealousy before, she figured it was best to avoid witnessing it altogether.

Blaze leaned against the corner of the elevator, frowned at her slightly pale face, “What are you absentmindedly thinking about? You’re not thinking about your brother-in-law, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” Harper shook her head.

“That’s for the best,” Blaze lowered his head, resting his chin on her shoulder. His thin lips almost touched her face, his voice low and arrogant, “If you dare to think about another man in front of me, I’ll-”

Blaze paused.

Harper listened to his voice, her heart that had just relaxed tensed up again, “What will you do?”

“I’ll burn you all!” Blaze announced the answer.

Harper lowered her head, speachless…

Blaze leaned closer to her face, his lips brushing against her cold cheek, “Why are you so scared? Be good, I trust you wouldn’t.”

“After all, with me around, who else could you possibly fall for?” Blaze had an unshakable confidence in himself. Blaze was always this arrogant.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, she bolted out, “I’m going to change my clothes.” She couldn’t continue the conversation with Blaze any longer.

Harper rushed back to her room, wiping the sweat off her forehead. In reality, she didn’t need to be so nervous. She and Logan had no relationship now. While Blaze was unreasonable, he wouldn’t actually go as far as burning people.

Thinking like this, Harper felt a lot calmer. But as she calmed down, she remembered Logan’s provocation in his words just now. He never spoke like that…

“Harper, is there any ice cream left? I want some!” Blaze shouted from outside.

“No, I’ll make some for you now.”

“No need to make any!” Blaze lounged lazily at the door, hands in his pockets.

“No need?” Harper looked at him suspiciously. He didn’t want ice cream? But he was the type who could eat dozens of tubs in a day.

“Yeah, no need to make any! You stay at home properly these days, don’t do anything!” Blaze stood at the doorway, eyeing her hands.

Harper looked down at the bandage on her hand. She had almost forgotten; her hand had been injured last night. He still remembered…

A strange feeling rose in Harper’s heart, “What about the household chores? Who will do them?” As soon as she said it, she froze in shock. Did she just go along with Blaze’s words and consider this place home? Was she stupid?

Blaze didn’t notice her reaction, speaking in a low voice, “Let Dylan handle the kitchen, he has a chef’s certificate; let Dylan handle the cleaning, he has a cleaning certificate; if the pipes are broken, let Dylan fix them, he has a construction certificate!”

“So Mr. Foster has passed so many certificates,” Harper exclaimed in amazement, “That’s impressive.”

“What, do you have feelings for Dylan now?” Blaze leaned against the doorway, displeased.

Blaze pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her body, “Harper, listen. I won’t allow you to have any feelings for any other man, not even admiration!”

“From today onwards, you and Dylan are not allowed to speak more than three sentences to each other each day!”

Harper was speechless. His jealousy… was just absurd.

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