Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Dylan just gave her a pitying look, nothing more.

Harper understood what he meant, and it filled her with despair…

Blaze didn’t come to her again, not even to look at her.

Although Harper’s body gradually recovers, her mental state continues to deteriorate after days of captivity at Empire Castle. With countless guards around, she was watched wherever she went, unable to step out of the gate.

She couldn’t contact her family, colleagues, or friends. Dylan, along with the guards and psychologists, came every day to interrogate her about the whereabouts of the child…

Day by day, she felt herself breaking down. She couldn’t understand why Blaze was so convinced she had his child. Under their relentless questioning, Harper even began to doubt if she had amnesia. But she remembered everything, except for the child.

If the child truly existed, there would be evidence around her. But there was none. It made no sense…

During another round of questioning, Harper painfully repeated the same words she’d said thousands of times. Her face was pale, her lips cracked.

After the psychologist left, she leaned against the wall, slowly sinking to the ground, fingers tangled in her hair, overwhelmed with despair. How long would these hopeless days continue?

She was trapped in this hell, day and night, all for a nonexistent child.

“Eh… Stop it, Mr. Wychwood, don’t do this…” A woman’s moans drifted from outside.

Harper stood up, gently opening the door to peek outside.

In the corridor, a woman in silk pajamas sat on the railing, her pajamas slipping off her shoulders to reveal her graceful figure.

Blaze stood in front of her, holding her close. His hand roamed over her body, his lips kissing her neck.

“Mr. Wychwood… Uh… When will I become your woman?” The woman tilted her head back.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“My woman?” Blaze pushed her away and left, his voice cold, “Not just anyone can be my woman.”

Harper stood at the doorway, watching the scene with contempt.

Disgusting. How could a man like him have women willing to line up to be just one of his countless women?

Harper pulled open the door and walked in the opposite direction. She wandered aimlessly through the opulent castle, marveling at the breathtaking paintings adorning the walls.

Blaze truly was the wealthiest man in the world. These masterpieces were hard to come by, even as reproductions, yet this place housed so many originals.

Only these paintings could bring her some comfort in her confinement.

As she stood before the masterpieces, her mood gradually calmed, and she even began to feel a bit hungry… The endless interrogations had left her barely eating for two days.

Ignoring the two guards trailing behind her, Harper wandered through the maze-like corridors until she found the kitchen.

The kitchen was clean and bright, equipped with state-of-the-art appliances, twice the size of her own home’s. The maids and chefs went about their tasks, turn a blind eye to her.

Harper didn’t speak either. She simply walked in and opened the fridge to check for ingredients.

No one stopped her.

There were separate sections for ingredients, with vegetables and fresh produce neatly arranged. There were even several tanks filled with live fish… It had been so long since she had fish soup.

Harper walked over, using a net to scoop up a fish, skillfully remove scales and fins, and filleting it with ease… The knives at The Wychwood Family’s disposal were better than those at her own home, effortlessly slicing through the fish.

She wasn’t fond of spicy food, so she grabbed a few tomatoes to use as ingredients. Soon enough, the aroma of tomato fish soup filled the pot.

“Master.”

A voice, crisp and orderly, suddenly came from outside the door.

Harper slowly turned around to see Blaze, wearing a loose sweater, stepping into the kitchen with casual and lazy strides.

His short hair was slightly tousled, but it didn’t diminish his handsomeness one bit. If any of those many Blaze fangirls caught a glimpse of him like this, they’d probably scream on the spot.

Of course, Harper wouldn’t admit to his attractiveness. Without giving him another glance, Harper quickly averted her gaze and picked up a nearby glass to drink some water.

Blaze cast a cold glance at her way, noticing the graceful curve of her fair neck as she swallowed, the simple act of drinking unintentionally exuding allure, causing his body to tense up instantly.