Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Blaze winced in pain and forcefully pushed her head away. He reached up to wipe the blood from his neck, finding his palm stained with crimson.

This woman… she bit him hard.

“You… woman…”

Blaze was about to unleash his anger when he noticed Harper’s head had been knocked against the lie detector screen as he pushed her away. She had collapsed onto the chair, unconscious.

Blaze raised his hand, ready to strike her across the face… But seeing Harper lying there unconscious, tears streaming down her closed eyes, looking so fragile and vulnerable, he felt an indescribable feeling well up inside him.

“Master, why are you bleeding?” Butler Dylan rushed in from outside, seeing Blaze’s neck covered in blood, his voice full of concern. “I’ll go get the first aid kit right away.”

“No need,” Blaze said coldly. He scooped Harper up from the lie detector chair and headed towards his bedroom.

He carried her on the king size bed and leaned in to kiss her lips. Her lips were pliable, tightly closed. He relentlessly sucked, licked, traced them with the tip of his tongue over and over, trying to pry her lips open… They tasted sweet, sweeter than honey. That was something he hadn’t told her…

His hands moved slowly, stroking through her sweaty hair, her pale face, and then down along her delicate collarbone …

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It hurt.

So much.

Harper woke up groggily from the bed. A beam of sunlight streamed in through the large window, illuminating the European-style decorated bedroom.

“Miss Shaw, you’re finally awake,” Dylan stood by, smiling as he spoke.

Harper didn’t say anything, silently sitting up on the bed. The discomfort and pain in her body reminded her of those unbearable scenes.

Several times, she woke up in pain, but Blaze paid no attention to her wishes.

She passed out from the pain, only to wake up in agony again…

That beast didn’t even spare her when she was unconscious.

Her body… seemed to have become his toy, to be played with at will.

“Miss Shaw, would you like something to eat? The kitchen has 36 chefs from around the world. The food flavors vary, so you can have whatever you want,” Dylan said.

“When are you going to let me go?” Harper leaned against the bed, pale-faced, her voice slightly hoarse, her eyes dull and hopeless.

Dylan sighed, “Miss Shaw, Master has invited you to stay here for a while, until you hand over the child.”

Invited?

It was more like imprisonment.

‘Repeatedly violated, now deprived of freedom, how could my life suddenly become like this?’

Even now, Harper still couldn’t understand when she had provoked this terrible, disgusting man? He didn’t even believe the lie detector results, stubbornly insisting that she was lying.

Harper sat in silence, looking down at the soft blanket on her body. She wanted to leave, but found herself too weak to even lift her hands…

The turmoil of the past few days had drained her strength, and now she felt exhausted even to breathe.

This overwhelming sense of powerlessness made her feel suffocated, and the flood of sadness overwhelmed her.

Tears slid down her pale cheeks, “Have you all gone too far? Using your power and influence to do whatever you want… Who gave you the right to imprison my freedom with just a word? I am a human being, not an object.”

“Miss Shaw, as long as you hand over the child…”

“I really haven’t had a child,” Harper whispered, tears falling silently, “I don’t understand why you suddenly came after me.”

“Last month, The Wychwood Family in the UK was preparing to choose a suitable marriage partner for Master, so we conducted an audit of his relationships. When we were checking the status of the related women, only you… We found various evidence indicating that you had a child, but we couldn’t find the child’s whereabouts.”

“What kind of evidence?” she asked.