Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Harper went to the study to check the contents she had overheard yesterday. She opened the monitor, where some of it was still in code. Unable to understand, she only looked at the parts she could comprehend. She grabbed the mouse and moved it to the message area on the screen-

Fiona’s messages suddenly appeared in front of her, including the ones she had instantly deleted. The messages mostly consisted of discussions with the director about the script. Harper quickly glanced over them and noticed that Fiona’s script involved a lot of action scenes, indicating that Fiona really wasn’t pregnant.

Harper continued reading-

[Lena: Miss Fiona, I’m back.]

[Fiona: You were doing fine abroad, why come back?]

[Lena: Three days later, the usual place, no communication devices, don’t be late.]

Lena had returned? What exactly was the relationship between Lena and Fiona?

“Three days later, the usual place, no communication devices, don’t be late.”

Harper stared fixedly at the messages on the screen, feeling both excited and scared. Was the truth from three years ago finally going to be revealed? That would be great. Wait, if they’re meeting without any communication devices, she wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop. She could only follow Fiona outside. But with Blaze constantly by her side 24/7, how could she tail Fiona and Lena?

To go out, she needed permission from Blaze.

…

In the morning.

In the gorgeous bedroom.

Blaze slowly opened his eyes.

A smiling face suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

“Good morning, Mr. Wychwood,” Harper stood by the bed, bending slightly. She was dressed in a black and white maid outfit, the maid headband accentuating her smile. She held a tray of fruit salad in her fair hands.

No man would dislike seeing such a scene early in the morning.

Blaze lazily sat on the bed, his gaze sweeping down from her head. She even wore maid stockings on her legs, her calf lines especially enticing in the morning light.

Blaze’s eyes darkened, “Harper, What’s wrong with you? This is so unusual.”

Harper still maintained her smiling face. She picked up a bright strawberry and offered it to his lips, “Mr. Wychwood, please…”

Blaze’s gaze locked onto the smile at her lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as he opened his lips to eat it.

“Is it tasty?” Harper asked, her innocent face coupled with the maid outfit particularly cute.

“Tasty,” Blaze chewed a few times, slowly saying. His gaze wandered over her delicate figure. To him, the delicious thing wasn’t the strawberry; it was her.

Harper felt her cheeks heating up under his intense gaze, a blush spreading across her face.

“I’d rather eat your face,” Blaze sat on the bed, staring fixedly at her face, which was now redder and more appetizing than the strawberry.

Harper touched her flushed face and set the plate aside. She took a clean shirt from the nearby rack and unfolded it. “Mr. Wychwood, your clothes are ready. Would you like to put them on now?”

“A school uniform yesterday, and today, a maid outfit. Harper, you’re more playful than I imagined,” Blaze said, with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Mr. Wychwood, should I put the clothes on now?”

Did she really need to go to such lengths to please this annoying man, just because she wanted to go out and needed his permission? Harper complained inwardly.

Blaze stared at her overly bright smile. “As my maid, don’t you know I always take a shower before getting dressed in the morning?”

Harper paused. Right, Blaze had a habit of taking a shower every morning.

She put down the shirt, stepped aside, and lowered her head. “Please, I’ll wait here for you.”

“Wait for me?” Blaze got out of bed, “As my maid, shouldn’t you assist me in bathing?”

His tall figure loomed over her, showing off his perfect physique.

Harper forced a smile, “How could I dare covet the master’s body?”

“I allow you to covet,” Blaze said.

Harper chuckled nervously. “I’ll go make breakfast for you.”

As she tried to leave, Blaze grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Harper lost her balance, her face crashing into his chest, her lips touching his bare chest.

Blaze laughed, looking down at her, “Harper, you’re quite good at pleasing me today.”

Harper felt embarrassed and quickly pulled away from him.

Blaze looked her up and down, his gaze landing on her injured hand.

“Your hand is injured. You don’t need to go to the bathroom, and you’re not allowed in the kitchen. Let Dylan make breakfast.” His tone remained commanding.

He still remembered her hand… Harper looked at him with some surprise, then nodded. “Oh, okay, I’ll wait here.”

“I allow you to watch me bathe.”

Harper’s face burned with embarrassment. “I’ll just wait here for you.”

With that, she obediently sat down by the bed and quietly waited.

Blaze glanced at her and walked towards the bathroom. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. “You really don’t want to come in?”

“This is the first time I’ve allowed a woman to covet my body. Aren’t you coming in?” Blaze said as he reached the bathroom door.

“No, no, it’s fine. You-take-your-time-showering!” Harper turned her head away, not daring to look at Blaze’s bare chest any longer.

“Bang.” The bathroom door closed with a thud.

Harper let out a long sigh of relief.

Thank goodness Blaze didn’t forcibly drag her into the bathroom. She smoothed out her maid outfit, amazed that she had resorted to such tactics just to get permission to go out. Hopefully, her efforts to please Blaze would pay off. Harper sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

After a while, the bathroom door opened. Before she could turn around, she found herself enveloped in a warm, slightly damp embrace. Blaze wrapped his arms around her from behind, lowering his head to plant a firm kiss on her neck, letting out a satisfied sigh, “Smells good… But from today, you’re not allowed to use cosmetics, especially not The Davidson Group’s.”

He remembered her mentioning that she used a perfume from The Davidson Group.

He remembered Logan saying in front of him that women couldn’t live without cosmetics. It was as if Logan was implying that women couldn’t live without him.

Ridiculous.

“No cosmetics?” Harper blinked, Logan’s face flashing in her mind, then nodded. “Okay.” She didn’t often go out anyway, so not using cosmetics wasn’t a big deal.

“Good girl, very obedient today. Now, what’s your real intention?” Blaze asked.

“What?”

“If I can’t see through your intentions, then I must be blind,” Blaze said with a low voice.

Harper chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t have any ulterior motives, I just…”

“Just what?” Blaze stared at her intently.

“I just want to take a day off,” Harper looked at Blaze, her face showing a pleading expression, “I want to go out for a drive in a couple of days. Can I borrow a car from you?”

“Where are you going?”

“I just want to go for a drive,” Harper dared not say she wanted to investigate the truth from three years ago.

“I can go for a drive with you today.”

“Well, I’m an artist. When I lack inspiration, I need to go out and find some,” Harper explained.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Where do you want to go? I’ll take you!” Blaze insisted.

“I…” Harper observed his expression, hesitated for a few seconds, then spoke out, “I want to go alone.”

As expected, Blaze’s face darkened instantly.

“You went to such great lengths to please me today, just to avoid me?” Blaze suddenly sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm, “You really know how to surprise me.”

“No, it’s not like that, I’m used to finding inspiration alone…” Harper tried to explain.

“I’m sorry, but from today, you must change this habit!”

Harper’s face paled, “Why can’t I have a little personal space?”

“You have space when you’re with me.”

“It’s not the same. Everyone needs their own private space.”

“I don’t need it!” Blaze’s tone was icy. “I can do without it, why should you have it?”

Harper was speechless… Indeed, since he expressed his feelings for her, he had kept her by his side 24/7, leaving her with no personal space…

Seeing her silence, Blaze assumed she had compromised. He stood up, his face cold, about to leave, but Harper couldn’t help but speak up, “Do you have to be so dictatorial?”

Blaze turned around, his gaze piercingly sharp. “Yes.”

Harper glared at him, showing her anger at last, “You control my freedom, my time, my body… Everything about me is under your control. What am I then? A puppet? You dictator! You tyrant!”

She slammed her hands on the table and stood up, then stormed off without looking back.

Blaze’s face turned completely dark.