Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Harper turned around in confusion, and Dylan looked at her with a pleading expression, leading her downstairs to a kitchen. Even before they got close, they heard Blaze’s displeased shouts.

“Can’t you use your brain a bit? I just asked you to make some ice cream, is that so hard?”

“Even someone who hasn’t even passed a chef certification exam can make better food than you guys!”

“The damn Dylan, how could he hire you useless bunch!”

“Get out, get out, get out!”

…

Harper approached the kitchen door, and in front of a long dining table were rows of various flavors of ice cream. The seasoned chefs stood in a row, each with their heads bowed, enduring their master’s wrath.

Blaze stood on the opposite side of the table, impeccably dressed in a suit but acting extremely rude. He angrily threw a spoon at one of the chefs, his face showing extreme displeasure.

His temperament was really terrible, too prone to anger. Harper frowned.

Ice cream?

Harper looked at Dylan, who looked somewhat helpless, with a deep plea in his eyes.

If Blaze’s demands weren’t so unreasonable, Dylan wouldn’t have come to her for help.

“Fine.” Harper couldn’t refuse Dylan’s request, so she shrugged and walked inside.

Upon seeing her, Blaze’s enraged face showed a hint of surprise. “Aren’t you dead yet?”

So vicious…

‘Paranoid personality disorder, paranoid personality disorder… Fine, I’d endure.’ Harper pretended not to hear and calmly asked, “Do you want me to make some ice cream for you?”

“No, it’s too terrible!” Blaze coldly snorted.

“Are you sure you don’t want any?” He had just praised her for making good ice cream.

“I said no!”

“Really don’t want any?”

“Get lost…” Blaze was especially irritable when he couldn’t get the food he wanted.

“Then I’ll leave…” Harper had no choice but to turn around.

“Come back and make it for me!”

This man was really…

To prevent Dylan and the innocent chefs from being abused, Harper persevered despite her still recovering body and made twenty large tubs of ice cream.

As she placed the last tub of ice cream on the table, Harper was panting heavily, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet.

While Blaze sat there enjoying his ice cream, seemingly at ease, he was also making phone calls, seemingly discussing some business matters. There was no trace of his earlier anger.

Harper once again marveled at this man’s unpredictable temperament.

He had claimed not to like sweets before, and now he was indulging in them like this…

Shaking her head, she wiped the sweat off her face and turned to leave. But before she could reach the door, she heard Blaze’s displeased voice, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out to find evidence to prove my innocence,” Harper replied earnestly, turning back to face him.

“What about my ice cream?” Blaze asked, taking another big spoonful, as if it were her responsibility.

Harper wished she could sassily retort with “None of my business.”

“I’ll make you more once you finish those,” she said instead, trying to placate him just to be able to leave. She glanced at the table full of ice cream; there was enough to last for at least two months. By then, she would have nothing to do with him.

“Oh, then get lost!” Blaze waved her off dismissively.

He really was a rude man who didn’t even know how to say thank you.

Harper turned to leave.

Dylan had already arranged for a car outside; otherwise, at her walking pace, she wouldn’t make it out of the forest before dark.

Harper got into the car, and the driver immediately started driving away. She glanced back one last time; the magnificent castle was getting farther and farther away, and she hoped that once she left, she would never return.

Goodbye, Blaze.

Goodbye, nightmare.

…

“Miss Shaw, should I take you home now?”

“To the bathhouse.”

“Okay.”

As the driver headed towards the city center, Harper watched the traffic and bustling pedestrians outside the window, feeling a sense of rebirth. She had been trapped by Blaze’s side for so long that she had forgotten how lively the outside world could be.

Upon arriving at the bathhouse, Harper got out of the car and walked to the reception desk.

“I left my phone and bag here earlier, I’d like to retrieve them.”

The last time she was at the bathhouse, she had hastily put on her clothes before being taken away by Blaze’s bodyguards, leaving her bag and phone behind.

As she looked up, she saw the alarm system on the wall…

If someone had called the police or helped out when Blaze caused trouble last time, then she wouldn’t have… Oh, that’s unlikely either. He’s Blaze Wychwood, all-powerful.

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“Harper.” A displeased voice suddenly rang out in front of her.

She looked up and saw a Rolls-Royce slowly pulling up in front of her. The back window was open, and inside sat a man.

He rested his hand on the window, dressed in a casual yet expensive-looking suit. With his fair complexion and narrow eyes, he exuded a different kind of handsome charm compared to Blaze.

Logan.

On the street, in front of the bathhouse, Harper unexpectedly ran into Logan. She found herself caught in his disdainful gaze, feeling like she had just been slapped hard.

Harper stood there like a statue, unmoving.

Logan sat in the car, coldly sneering at her. “Aren’t you the one who got kidnapped? Didn’t get torn to pieces?”

Hearing his voice again, Harper was at a loss for words.

Perhaps it was because she had almost die before.

“Why don’t you say anything? Don’t know how to keep the lie going?” Logan mocked her. “Let me teach you. You can say you cleverly escaped from the kidnappers on your own.”

Harper stared at his face, silent. She knew that explaination would be useless; he wouldn’t believe her. The boy who once relied on and trusted her completely now harbored nothing but disgust for her.

“No words? Sister?” Logan looked at her with even more mockery.

Sister…

He called her sister.

Harper stared at him.

“Drive.” Logan didn’t say anything else, just instructed the driver.

As the luxury car slowly started, Logan was about to roll up the window when he heard Harper’s hoarse voice, “Do you really hate me that much?”

He turned to look at her, sneering, “For a woman who spends all day trying to seduce her brother-in-law, what attitude do you think I should have?”

Ever since Logan had surgery and started dating Fiona six years ago, Harper had been constantly pestering him. She always tried to make him remember the past, calling him even when she wasn’t around, and even resorting to the old-fashioned way of writing letters… If it weren’t for the fact that she was Fiona’s sister, he would have dealt with her long ago.

Harper dared not meet his eyes filled with disdain… It reminded her of the years when he was blind, how gentle he was towards her, how he depended on her completely.

“Don’t worry, I won’t anymore.” She lowered her head slightly, her voice soft but her tone unusually resolute.

“Do you think I’ll believe you?” She’d been pestering him for years…

“Before, I was waiting for you and Fiona to get married before letting go,” Harper said softly. “Now, I’m letting go ahead of time.”

In truth, over the years, she had been repeatedly humiliated by Logan. Every time, she told herself to give up, but she knew she couldn’t truly let go. But this time, she really did.

Perhaps she should be thankful to Blaze; he helped her see clearly. She finally understood that the old Logan would never return.

Now, Logan was just a brother-in-law to her.