Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Third, regarding the memory of that one hour three years ago… you selectively forgot,” Blaze said coldly, “Based on your behavior, this possibility is the most likely.”

Harper exclaimed, immediately denying, “That’s impossible. I didn’t lose any memories. I remember everything clearly.”

“Then tell me now, what were you doing during that hour?” Blaze demanded sharply, turning and sitting down on the sofa.

“I… I was resting in the bathroom. I felt really unwell, dizzy, so I slept there for a while,” Harper tried to recall, feeling uneasy as it did sound suspiciously.

“Do you believe this statement yourself?”

“But I didn’t lose any memories. And I’ve never heard of anyone losing just one hour.”

“Just because you haven’t heard of it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen,” Blaze said coldly.

Harper couldn’t find words to argue. Then a thought struck her, and she asked, “Wait, if you’re using memory loss to judge me, does that mean you believe I’m honest?”

Blaze looked up at her, his face expressionless. He didn’t say anything, but his silence was confirmation enough.

Harper felt a surge of relief, “So, regardless of whether I lost that hour three years ago or not, you should believe that I never had a child with you, right?”

At her words, a fleeting disappointment flashed in Blaze’s eyes. He had considered this long ago; the evidence that she had been pregnant was too weak. After the lie detector tests and continuous questioning, he should have believed her, should have let her go. But he didn’t want to admit that their child had never existed. It was their child. The fact that it had never existed was deeply unsatisfying to him.

Seeing his silence again, Harper quickly walked up to him, eagerly saying, “Since you believe there was no child, then our contract should be null and void, right?”

Blaze sat on the sofa, staring at her coldly, without saying a word.

Suddenly, Harper felt an inexplicable chill. She looked at Blaze’s cold gaze, and stiffly began to step backward, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What do you think?” Blaze asked back, standing up from the sofa.

“Am I wrong? Our contract should be null and void, right?” Harper continued to step back.

“Why are you stepping back? Am I that scary?” Blaze chuckled coldly as he watched her.

Harper looked at the man in front of her with some fear. She suddenly realized that Blaze’s anger, his tendency to smash things or even hit people, wasn’t the scariest thing about him. The scariest thing was the way he was now.

Blaze approached her, and she continued to step back until she was against the wall again.

He suddenly reached out and pressed his hand against the wall beside her, and Harper froze with fear, not daring to move.

“Harper, you keep trying to prove that we have no relationship, time and time again, and my patience is wearing thin!” Blaze growled lowly.

“I just want to clear things up,” Harper pressed against the wall.

“I thought if I didn’t push you too hard, you’d behave, but it seems I was wrong,” Blaze’s face was inches from hers, his hot breath spraying on her face.

“Since you’re only interested in clearing things up, then I see no reason to give you any leeway,” his voice was icy and sinister.

“What do you mean?” Harper’s face paled.

“Harper, didn’t you understand what I said to you in that room?”

“What did you say?”

“I have paranoid personality disorder, and once I’ve decided something, no one can change my mind,” Blaze leaned in closer, “So, my intuition tells me you should have my child. Even if we didn’t have one before, now-we can make up for it!”

Harper’s eyes widened in terror.

The next moment, Blaze kissed her forcefully. He sucked on her lips repeatedly, disregarding everything.

“Mmm… no-” she protested.

With one hand pressed against the wall and the other behind her, he suddenly pulled down the zipper of her dress.

A cool breeze swept across her back.

He gripped her waist with one hand, pinning her against the wall. With the other hand, he pulled aside her panties and thrust his already erect cock into her entrance all of a sudden, pushing himself into her body without hesitation.

At the moment of penetration, their bodies trembled.

She was too tight, unable to accommodate him. She felt a sharp pain-

“Ah… you, get out…” her brows furrowed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Seeing this, Blaze leaned down to kiss her lips.

While she was lost in his kiss, he thrust again forcefully, swallowing her fragmented moans and sighs between his lips.

She gradually adjusted to him.

The pain subsided, and she was greeted with familiar pleasure-

How long this intense feeling lasted, she couldn’t tell. She felt herself reaching the limit. Warm streams flowed from her entrance… he sent her to climax…

That night, Blaze was like a man possessed, fucking her again and again. He was rough, disregarding her feelings. Despite Harper’s repeated pleas for mercy, it was in vain. Eventually, she had to pretend to be unconscious.

The cruise ship docked urgently.

Blaze lifted Harper into the extended Lincoln car, holding her the entire time. She continued to feign sleep. Blaze’s paranoia exceeded her imagination. He categorized the events of three years ago as her having lost an hour of memory and insisted on her having his imagined child. He was a sick man.

The journey was silent.

“Master,” Dylan’s voice broke the silence in the car, “Wouldn’t it be better to let Miss Shaw rest on the adjacent seat?”

Harper listened and silently agreed.

“No need,” Blaze vetoed.

“But you’ll get tired holding her like this,” Dylan persisted.

Blaze tightened his hold, his voice turning colder, “If she falls or gets hurt while you put her down, are you going to take responsibility? Can you afford that?”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Harper’s upper body was almost entirely resting on his lap. His hand served as a pillow under her neck, while her legs were placed on the seat. His other hand was positioned to prevent her from falling.

Every time he spoke, his voice reached her ears, resonating with an indescribable depth.

Listening to his words, Harper felt a stir in her heart.

“Master, your feelings for Miss Shaw, I believe she will feel them sooner or later,” Dylan remarked.

“Eh,” Blaze responded softly.

He uttered just one word, yet it stirred up a storm in Harper’s heart. ‘He didn’t deny it. What does that mean, admitting he cares for me? How is that possible?’

Suddenly, Harper remembered their conversation in the reception room-

“Why do you think I’m not the type of woman who tease men?” Harper asked.

“If you were, you could end the game now.”

Could it be that Blaze’s meaning at the time was…

Harper didn’t dare to think further. She suddenly understood why Blaze had to keep her by his side. Why even though he believed the child didn’t exist, he still wanted to keep her.

‘He’s-fallen in love with me.’

What would it be like to be loved by a paranoid person? What would it be like to be loved by a powerful, paranoid person?

“Harper, listen to me, unless I don’t want you anymore! Otherwise, you’ll always be mine!”

“I have paranoid personality disorder, and once I’ve decided something, no one can change my mind. So, my intuition tells me you should have my child. Even if we didn’t have one before, now-we can make up for it!”

Recalling every word he had said, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, her body trembling involuntarily.

Blaze lowered his gaze to the trembling woman in his arms. ‘Was she having a nightmare?’

His brow furrowed slightly, and his hand lightly patting her shoulder like comforting a child.

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