Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Miss Shaw, you’ve been with The Wychwood Family for so long, don’t you ever miss your child?”

“I don’t have one, I really don’t have a child. I could say it a hundred times more, but it wouldn’t change the fact that I’ve never had a child.”

It was another day of relentless interrogation, and Harper, rubbing her aching head, got up from the polygraph chair.

“Miss Shaw, are you alright?”

Dylan closed the questioning file, looking at Harper with concern.

“I’d be fine if you didn’t ask me these boring questions every day.”

Harper hated Blaze, but she couldn’t bring herself to hate Dylan, the kind and gentle butler. She shook her head to clear her mind. After a while, she asked again, “Mr. Foster, when can I leave?”

If this continued, she feared she might actually go insane.

“Miss Shaw, as I’ve told you before, as long as you comply with Master.”

“But…”

“Master just had another outburst. He didn’t like the snacks. How about you make something? I heard Master had a lot of your fish soup last time.”

Harper fell silent, her face full of reluctance.

“As long as Master’s in a good mood, he might listen to you a bit.”

‘Just as long as he’s in a good mood… and he’ll let me go? Maybe I should give it another try…’ That’s what Harper told herself.

Despite her disgust and hatred towards Blaze, she made a tub of vanilla ice cream. Holding the ice cream, she walked up the winding staircase of the artful mansion.

A woman came down the stairs, her bright red nightgown draped over one shoulder. Her ample E-cup breasts especially caught the eye…

It was the same woman who was fooling around with Blaze in the hallway that day, Linda. She was one of Blaze’s pursuers, not even close to being his woman.

But that was none of her concern. Harper glanced at her and then walked towards Blaze’s study without looking back.

“Knock, knock.”

Harper lightly tapped on the slightly ajar door.

“Come in.” Blaze’s voice came through.

Once again, Harper was stunned by the interior architecture of the castle. The entire study was circular in design, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, towering bookshelves that reached the ceiling, and countless books…NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Blaze was seated at the enormous curved desk. His fingers were interlaced under his chin as he watched her enter, a look of disdain in his eyes. “Ready to tell me where the child is?”

There was a hint of anger in his eyes when he mentioned the child.

He had spent far too much time trying to reclaim the child, and he was already impatient.

“I made some ice cream. Do you want to try it? We can talk later.”

Harper spoke up as she sensed his impending anger.

She felt a bit lost. Blaze liked her fish soup, but she wasn’t sure if he would like her ice cream…

“You’re trying to please me?”

Blaze saw through her intentions with a single glance.

Harper remained silent.

“No need! I never eat desserts.” Blaze sneered.

“Oh, I’ll take it away then.” Harper picked up the tub of ice cream and turned to leave.

“Put it down!”

“…”

Harper looked at him speechlessly. Blaze glared at her fiercely, then snatched the ice cream away.

Could this man be any more capricious?

Blaze picked up a spoon and was about to scoop some when a series of complex and indecipherable data codes suddenly appeared on the computer screen in front of him. His gaze darkened, and he threw the spoon down, ordering her, “Feed me!”

“What?” Harper thought she must have misheard.

Blaze quickly started typing on the keyboard, speaking as he typed, “Dylan is just an old man, you listen to his advice? Do you even know how a woman should please a man?”

“… Alright.”

Harper once again felt the dreadfulness of this man. It turned out he knew everything. She glanced at the ice cream and hesitated before asking, “After you finish eating, can we talk calmly?”

She emphasized the words “calmly.”

“Harper, you have no room for bargaining.” Blaze didn’t even look at her, “Feed me quickly!”

“…”

Looking at the man’s expression in front of her, Harper suddenly had the urge to dump the entire tub of ice cream on his face, but she suppressed it when she thought about her situation. She took a deep breath and then gently scooped a spoonful of ice cream to feed him.

Blaze opened his mouth and swallowed the ice cream, the perfect sweetness of vanilla hitting the spot.

His face stiffened for a second. He never ate desserts because everything he had tasted before didn’t suit his taste. They were either too sweet or too rich, so he simply avoided them.

So, desserts could taste this good too…

However, the things this woman made surprisingly suited his palate, even though she wasn’t even a chef. It was really strange. How could this be?