Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

On the second day in the forest.

Harper, having gone a day without food, was already suffering from hunger.

Her stomach cramped painfully.

With a survival instinct, she tried to drink a little dew from the leaves… but the guards rushed in, warning her not to touch anything.

She couldn’t eat anything, not even dew, not even a leaf.

They were constantly watching her, intending to starve her to death…

Blaze was indeed ruthless. Well, dying faster would at least shorten the suffering.

She leaned against the fallen tree, sitting on the ground, her dress dirty, but she didn’t care.

She looked at the towering trees before her, beginning to reminisce. She recalled the past few years when she had driven everyone away for Logan.

To everyone, she was just Logan’s childhood playmate. They all thought she shouldn’t deprive her sister of happiness, repeatedly clinging to him…

Her father said, “Even if you and Logan were close before, that was just kids’ stuff. He’s grown up now, even if he hadn’t lost his memory, he knows he wants your sister!”

Her mother said, “Harper, I wish I never adopted you. Leave, and never come back.”

Never come back…

She thought, if she really disappeared like this, everyone would heave a sigh of relief…

On the balcony outside the forest, Blaze leaned against the white railing, bathed in the bright sunlight, one hand pressing the earphones on his ears as he made a call, “Arrange for a director to attend the post-acquisition press conference, and stop bothering me.”

Blaze hung up the phone, glancing towards the forest.

He held a tablet with the latest technology in his hand, and the screen displayed the footage from the forest.

Since Harper entered the forest, he had been staring at the surveillance.

There were scattered papers all over the ground in the woods.

Sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, shining on her slightly dirty dress, making it look particularly beautiful.

She hadn’t slept all night, just writing and drawing on the papers.

‘A boring woman. Just knowing to do these things before she died.’

Blaze frowned, feeling somewhat inexplicably annoyed. He then shut off the tablet, no longer looking at the screen.

On the third day in the forest.

Harper still didn’t plead for mercy.

Her body was crumbling bit by bit along with her spirit. Her stomach was so numb from hunger, her lips cracked and bleeding…

They say a person dies if they don’t drink water for three days.

‘Am I dying?’ Harper wondered. She could barely sit up against the fallen tree. Strands of her hair fell over her eyes, but she couldn’t muster the strength to brush them away.

So tired…

The taste of waiting for death was truly unbearable.

Her body gradually went limp, the papers and pencils slipping from her grasp. She collapsed onto the ground, her head resting against the fallen tree, her long hair strewn messily around her…

Harper squinted slightly as the light above her constantly refracted from different angles, sometimes transparent, sometimes colorful, with birds flying past, their chirping clear…

So beautiful. Beautiful like when she stood at the door of her house as a child, seeing the sunlight through a small piece of candy wrapper. And then, Logan, taller than her, appeared in her line of sight.

Such a dazzling youth.

Such dazzling sunlight.

Vaguely, she saw a blurry figure slowly approaching her, a boy. He smiled and offered his hand to her, “Harper, be my guide and take me outside.”

His smile was still so charming, filled with trust and dependence on her.

“Logan…”

Her cracked lips weakly pronounced the name.

“Logan.

You’ve seen the whole world now, you no longer need me.”

“Logan… goodbye…”

She murmured with all her helplessness and hopelessness, slowly closing her eyes…

…

During the time after encountering Blaze, Harper’s life was spent in a cycle of waking up from a coma only to slip back into it.

Groggily waking up, Harper saw the opulent ceiling. She felt dizzy, unable to distinguish between dream and reality…

She slowly turned her eyes and saw the intravenous tube on her hand, only then did she understand that she hadn’t died.

She was alive? How…?

This wasn’t the forest anymore, but a bedroom.

“Uh…” Harper struggled to sit up on the massive bed. Just as she lifted her head, she saw a tall, slender figure standing at the foot of the bed.

Specifically, he was standing on the bed.

Blaze stood there with his hands in his pockets, his feet on the blankets. His grey trousers hugged his straight legs, and his light-colored shirt exposing his sexy collarbones.

He kept his head down, his handsome face tight with anger. His deep eyes glared at her furiously.

Harper was startled to see him standing on the bed. The next moment, her feelings were replaced with speechlessness. She hated Blaze to death, but suddenly seeing him standing on the bed, eyes wide open, she didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh…Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Maybe it was because she had almost died once. Seeing Blaze again, she actually didn’t find him as annoying as before.