Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Harper gasped, “What’s wrong?”

“It seems like someone’s watching us,” Blaze said coldly. He held her hand and led her deeper into the corridor, all the way to the end, but there was no one around the corners.

“Are you sure you saw something?” Harper asked.

“Maybe,” Blaze furrowed, looking down at her, “It’s all your fault, making me lose my judgment!”

“My fault?” Harper was speechless. ‘Was he really a professional at deflecting blame?’

Before she could say anything, Blaze scooped her up and started walking back, “Of course, it’s your fault. I haven’t eaten in two days! I’m dizzy from hunger! My judgment is all off!”

He was shamelessly justifying his actions.

“…”

Harper was about to speak when Blaze leaned down and kissed her lips again.

Harper pushed his lips away and said, “But you said you haven’t eaten in two days, I’ll go make you something to eat.”

“I’d rather have you first,” Blaze said, his lips still against hers. His tone was wild and seductive as he carried her back.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mmm… I don’t want to go back, it’s too dark,” Harper said, afraid to return to the big house.

“I’ll have Dylan restore the power,” Blaze said, kissing her lips again firmly. He took a deep breath, smelling the fragrance on her skin, “What perfume are you wearing?”

“The cheapest one from The Davidson Group,” Harper replied.

The Davidson Group mostly produced high-end luxury products, with only a small portion targeting the mass market.

“The Davidson Group? The company of your brother-in-law?”

Blaze snorted coldly, showing a hint of jealousy as he kissed her lips again and walked on.

Their voices gradually faded away in the bright corridor.

Everything fell silent.

Suddenly, a door was pulled open, and Logan, wearing hospital clothes, walked out with a lost look on his face, staring in the direction Blaze and Harper had left.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. It was his assistant calling.

“Boss, how’s it going?” the assistant asked on the phone, “Did you find the person you were looking for? The phone’s location is at Sky Harbor. Do you want me to pinpoint which building?”

“No need, I had already found them.” Logan hung up the phone, his eyes fixed on the long corridor, his hand slowly clenching at his side.

Time flies.

Harper had spent another peaceful period by Blaze’s side.

She had finished drawing the entire first volume of “The CEO Is Paranoid,” just waiting for it to be published.

One day, just after she finished making breakfast, her phone rang.

It was Logan calling. He hadn’t called since that night when he called before.

Harper hesitated for a moment, remembering the favor she had asked of him, then answered the phone, “Logan.”

“Harper, I’ve been busy these past few days and haven’t been in touch. I’ve got Lena’s information. Are you free today? I can give it to you in person,” Logan’s voice was gentle.

Harper wanted to avoid meeting, so she said, “Thank you. Just send me her contact address and phone number. You don’t have to bother coming in person.”

There was a pause in Logan’s voice, then he said, “It’s hard to explain over the phone. Why don’t you come over? Are you free today?”

Harper didn’t want to refuse again, so she said, “Okay, send me the address.”

“Okay.”

Harper hung up the phone, feeling a bit strange. During the six years since Logan lost his memory, whenever they had to deal with each other, they never had any private meetings.

Now he’s married, she’s given up, but he’s asking to meet privately.

After breakfast, Blaze changed his clothes, ready to head out.

“By the way, any news about Lena?”

At the mention of Lena, Blaze’s expression turned cold, and he looked at her displeased, “Still looking, what’s your rush?”

‘Still looking? He probably doesn’t want to find her.’ Harper thought.

“Alright, got it,” she said, not pressing further, and saw him off.

Outside the door, Dylan and a few bodyguards were already waiting.

Just as Harper was about to close the door, she saw Blaze glaring at her fiercely. With a sigh, she approached and lightly kissed his lips.

Unsatisfied, Blaze pulled her into a deep embrace, releasing her only after a passionate kiss. His voice husky and enticing, he said, “Come with me to a dinner party tonight.”

“Huh? Don’t you usually have female companions for events?” Harper was puzzled.

“Just come with me, stop with the nonsense,” Blaze frowned impatiently.

“But attending with you will surely attract attention. My sister is a big star, I’m afraid the media will make things up, which could harm her reputation,” Harper said. She really didn’t want to attend any public events with Blaze. She just wanted to hide away, the fewer people who knew their relationship, the better. That way, when she left someday, she could still fool herself into thinking it was all just a ridiculous dream. Everything could start anew.

Blaze snorted, “The events I attend are never open to the public. Except for your sister’s wedding last time. I only went there to find you.”

“Oh,” Harper nodded.

Blaze turned to leave. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Harper coldly, “I really don’t know if you’re deeply loyal to your sister or just don’t want others to know about our relationship.”

Harper was startled, but she tried to maintain her composure, forcing a smile, “You’re overthinking it.”

“It better be!” Blaze said coldly. Since Tranquil Haven Island, he always felt like he was some kind of secret underground lover.

After Blaze left, Harper tidied up the room and grabbed her bag before heading out. She was about to hail a taxi when a white convertible Porsche pulled up in front of her.

“Harper.” Logan was sitting in the driver’s seat, dressed casually. He took off his sunglasses, smiling at her. “Hop in.”

Harper hesitated.

‘Wasn’t our meeting supposed to be at the cafe?’ Harper had a lot of questions, but she didn’t voice them. She just smiled and said, “It’s great to see you here. So, can you give me the information about Lena?”

Logan looked at her gently. “I have the information at the office. Why don’t you come with me?”

Harper couldn’t find a reason to refuse, so she nodded and got into the passenger seat. “Thanks.”

“It’s just a small thing, no need to thank me all the time.”

“The Davidson Group perfume,” Logan suddenly said.

Harper was surprised again, realizing he was talking about the perfume she was wearing.

“Yes.”

“There’s a new fragrance out, with a hint of fresh grass. It suits you well.”

“Really?” Harper nodded.

Back when he had amnesia, she was obsessed. She worked tirelessly to buy a perfume he had helped design, just to feel a connection with him. Eventually, she got used to the scent. Over the years, she kept using it.

Ten minutes later, Harper realized something wasn’t right, “Is The Davidson Group in this direction?”

“I need to make another stop. Are you in a hurry?” Logan glanced at her apologetically.

In the past, she would have been thrilled to spend more time with him. But now… spending too much time together just made her uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” Logan apologized.

The car stopped at a place, and Logan got out, opening the door for Harper, “Why don’t you come out and take a walk? Sitting in the car for so long must be tiring.”

“It’s okay, I’ll wait in the car,” Harper said.

“Okay, I’ll go in for the meeting,” Logan said, “If you get bored, you can come out and take a walk. This used to be the largest amusement park in the country.” With that, Logan left.

“An amusement park?” Harper stared in shock at the faded rainbow gate ahead, with oversized cartoon letters spelling out “Crazy Funland.”

“Crazy Funland.” Harper looked at the gate, frozen in her seat.

Eventually, she pushed open the car door and walked inside alone. She couldn’t believe how rundown the place had become. Over a decade ago, it used to be magnificent, with exciting rides. She was ten or eleven that year, right? Logan knew she loved Crazy Funland, so he begged the Davidson Family to buy it.

They were both picked up from their hometown by the Davidson Family’s car and brought here. They spent the whole day playing around. Mostly, he played with her. He couldn’t see, so he just accompanied her. She had a blast that day.

Harper walked slowly, memories flooding back as she looked at familiar attractions.

In the distance, a slide stood still.

Harper stared at it, as if seeing a girl leading a boy up there, then putting her hand on his back, telling him, “Logan, don’t be afraid. I’ll push you down. It’s so much fun.”

“Okay,” the boy trusted her completely, laughing joyfully as she pushed him down. Harper could almost hear their happy laughter.

But all of that was in the past.

Harper immediately turned her head, not letting herself dwell on it. As she did, she saw Logan standing not far away, looking at her with a complex expression.

The boy of the past.

The Logan now.

Harper’s eyes welled up, and Logan gazed at her intently.

For a moment, she had the illusion that Logan remembered her…