Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Blaze had to admit, Harper had a deadly allure to him. Other women could strip naked and leave him indifferent, but Harper, just drinking water, made him want to strip her naked and ravage her right on the kitchen counter.

“It seems I’ve been too lenient with you. Instead of revealing the whereabouts of the child, you still have the mood to cook here?” Blaze spoke coldly, displeased with his own strong reaction to the woman.

Blaze grabbed her and pulled her in front of him, ignoring the many people in the kitchen as he reached into her clothes, pinching and kneading her nipples wantonly.

“Ah…”

Harper’s face turned pale in an instant. She pushed his hand away while murmuring softly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Wychwood.”

After being imprisoned for these few days, she had lost her temper and apologizing meant little to her.

“You apologize and I have to forgive you? You’re too naive!” Blaze snorted coldly, forcefully pressing her against his chest and lifting her chin to kiss her.

“Master, the food is ready.” The voice of a maid came from behind them.

“I’ll deal with you later!” Blaze pushed Harper away and turned to walk towards the long dining table. He hated the feeling of hunger and he definitely needed to eat something.

Harper breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t stay in this place any longer.

She had lost her appetite for the fish soup and was about to leave when she heard Blaze’s furious growl from behind, “I invite you all here, and you serve up food that tastes like cardboard? Get out, all of you!”

Soon after, the sound of plates and bowls crashing to the ground followed.

Even without looking, Harper knew that the table must be in a mess right now.

Harper thought of Dylan’s words.

Dylan had once said to her, “Miss Shaw, whether you’re as affected as Master says or not, in my eyes, you’re much better than other women. There are some things I only tell you.”

Then, Dylan revealed a secret about Blaze, “Master comes from an outstanding family background, and he’s a genius in the business world, wise and decisive. But nobody’s perfect… Have you heard of paranoid personality disorder?”

Blaze, the world’s most valuable man, had paranoid personality disorder.

The biggest symptom was his extreme irritability and rage, sometimes even violence, which he couldn’t control himself.

Dylan’s advice to her was – if she wanted to regain her freedom, she couldn’t provoke or confront Blaze, but instead, she had to comply with him.

Complying to please him?

How could she possibly please this despicable man?

Harper was reluctant.

Blaze was still raging at the chefs and maids.

After much hesitation, Harper reluctantly filled a bowl with fish soup and approached him.

Blaze was sitting at the table, fuming. The maids were cowering on the floor, trembling with fear.

“If you don’t like the food they prepare, why not try my fish soup?” Harper placed the bowl of fish soup in front of Blaze, trying to sound as gentle as possible. For the sake of her freedom, she had to try anything.

Blaze, in his fury, disdainfully glanced at her, “Do you know the level of chefs I hire? If I can’t like their food, why would I like yours?”

Well, it wouldn’t be easy to please him.

Harper had no choice but to move the bowl of soup to her own spot and started eat. She enjoyed cooking when she was at home and believed her cooking wasn’t inferior to restaurant standards.

The aroma of the fish soup wafted towards Blaze. It was an ordinary scent, seemingly nothing special, yet strangely enticing…

Blaze glared at Harpe. Her elegant face showed no expression, just quietly sipping the soup, one sip after another, yet somehow stirring his appetite.

“Give me that!” Blaze rudely demanded, snatching the bowl and taking a sip.

Uh… It tasted good. There was no hint of fishiness, the freshness of the fish fully brought out, surprisingly delicious. He hadn’t had soup this good in a long time.

Blaze was genuinely hungry. After finishing this bowl of soup, he had the maids serve up the rest of the fish soup from the pot…

Harper sat there, dumbfounded, as she watched Blaze gulp down every last drop of the fish soup she had cooked.

“No cilantro next time, I don’t like it!” Blaze pushed the empty bowl forward, took a clean handkerchief from the maid to wipe his mouth, glanced at the work messages on his phone, then got up and left without looking back.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He had urgent business documents to attend to.

Not letting women interfere with his work was his principle.

Harper sat there, staring blankly at the empty bowl on the table, feeling frustrated inside. He didn’t like cilantro but still finished it all, finished it all… That was a whole pot of soup, and she had only taken a few sips…

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