Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Keep going!”

“Keep going. Are your hands broken? Too slow.”

Blaze occasionally urged her, his expression extremely serious.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Harper had no choice but to continue feeding him spoon by spoon. Blaze’s attention was completely focused on the computer, his long fingers constantly tapping on the keyboard as the data on the screen kept changing.

After a while, Blaze took out his phone and made a call to instruct his subordinates, “Acquire L. T company. They have the most advanced image processing technology! 6 billion, I’ll have the funds allocated to you, get it done within a week!”

A little later, Blaze started discussing the transportation industry, his voice cold and decisive…

Time passed by second by second.

The ice cream in the tub became less and less.

Harper stood by the side the whole time, even if she loathed Blaze. At this moment, she had to admit that this man, touted as the wealthiest man in the world, had reasons for his reputation. He wasn’t just a pleasure seeker. He was the CEO of N. E multinational group, with billions of users worldwide just from the software and systems developed under it. Even the system on her phone was developed by N. E Group, not to mention its monopolies in transportation, banking, and other industries. At only 28 years old, Blaze had indeed reached heights that most people couldn’t even dream of.

But in the end, he still suffered from paranoid personality disorder, a mental illness.

After feeding him the ice cream, Harper didn’t immediately leave in hopes of getting a chance for a calm conversation. She turned and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the sky was clear and blue, as a gemstone, with endless forests stretching into the distance. In modern society, it was rare to find such a serene environment.

Harper stood silently by the window, her forehead resting against the glass, her eyes unfocused as she gazed into the distance.

“Send me the latest data,” Blaze said after making his final phone call, tossing his phone onto the table. He interlocked his fingers and flexed his joints. When he turned his head, he saw Harper.

It was twilight outside, and the sunset cast a natural painting on the grid-like windows. Harper stood by the window, wearing a light blue silk dress, blending almost seamlessly with the scenery outside. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulder, partially covering her pale face.

He had to admit, she was a unique woman.

Blaze stood up from his desk and silently walked towards her. He found her leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out with vacant eyes, as if her soul had flown elsewhere, leaving only an empty shell behind.

For some reason, seeing her like this made Blaze uncomfortable. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed the tears in Harper’s eyes…

‘Did she cry?’ Blaze pressed her against the window, gripping her jaw firmly and kissed her forcefully. He aggressively parted her lips, his hot tongue invading her mouth and exploring every corner without restraint.

“Mmm-”

Harper’s eyes widened in shock, her hands pressing against his solid chest in an attempt to resist.

Blaze released her jaw and restrained her hands, pressing her tightly against the window. He continued to kiss her passionately, teasing every sensitive spot in her mouth.

He was skilled at kissing. Despite her hatred for him, her body couldn’t help but tremble involuntarily. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Blaze’s lips licked away each one…

“What are you doing?” Harper shouted angrily, “You beast, you thug, let me go, let me go…”

She had been wrong. She thought pleasing him and being submissive would work, but what was the result?

“Be my woman!” Blaze’s wild voice echoed above her head.

“What?” Harper looked up at Blaze in shock.

“You’re not handing over the child because you either don’t want to be separated from him, or you want to use the child to stay by my side,” Blaze stared at her, his eyes filled with uncontrollable desire.

He had to admit, this woman had an unprecedented allure to him. Instead of restraining his desires, why not just make her his woman?

Harper stared at him blankly, then after a few seconds, she found her voice again, “You’ve got it wrong.”

She had no child, and no intention of using one to get anything…

“I’ll make it easy for you. Hand over the child, and you can be my woman and stay by my side!” Blaze ignored her words and spoke. This was already his greatest concession and favor to her.

Harper was at a loss for words.

Seeing her silence, Blaze thought he had hit the mark. He leaned closer to her, intending to kiss her.

Harper pressed herself tightly against the window, and as his lips were about to touch hers, she said, “You’ve got it wrong. I want to talk to you about leaving…”

She tried to communicate with him once more.