Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Harper stopped in her tracks, grabbing his sleeve, “Today is my sister’s wedding.”

“So what?” He responded dismissively, his eyes staring at her hand that was wrapped around his sleeve. Her delicate hand held onto his sleeve.

She rarely approached him first.

“My sister is the focus today. I don’t want to steal her thunder, so… could you pretend not to know me while we’re on the island?” Harper asked cautiously.

Blaze’s expression darkened as he grasped the meaning of her words. “Say that again? Pretend not to know?”

Harper understood that this was a sign of his anger brewing. She quickly explained, “I mean, Mr. Wychwood, your influence is too great. Reporters are already swarming around you. If I appear with you, it’ll just give them more gossip to write about… and then my sister’s headline tomorrow will be gone.”

Blaze felt flattered, “Of course. My news will naturally overshadow those two.”

“Yeah,” Harper nodded repeatedly.

“You’re really playing the role of a big sister well.” Blaze scoffed at her actions.

He hated being the subject of gossip, but he couldn’t just let her go. He looked out towards the sea, “Tonight, you’ll come out and accompany me.”

“Ah?” Harper paused, following his gaze towards the sea. Without much thought, she agreed, “Okay, I’ll come find you tonight. I’m off now.”

With that, Harper quickly shook off his hand and ran towards the direction of the church.

Blaze watched her retreating figure, his brows furrowing.

‘Did she really need to run so fast? Tonight… why did he feel like he was a clandestine lover?’

Harper hurried back to the church alone. The ceremony had already begun, and she quietly slipped back into her seat.

The priest stood before the two newlyweds.

Fiona, in her white wedding gown, was the center of attention. Her figure looked even more slender and elegant in the wedding dress. It was said to be a masterpiece from a Milanese designer, adorned with Swarovski crystals that took over a thousand hours to embellish, worth millions.

It was clear how much Logan loved Fiona.

The two faced the priest, declaring their vows, their backs facing the audience, radiating harmony and love.

“…”

Harper stared without blinking. She had never imagined Logan would marry someone else, especially her sister.

She couldn’t quite describe her feelings at the moment, only that memories flooded back to her uncontrollably-

“Harper, make me look better in the painting.”

“Harper, stay by my side forever.”

“If I lose my memory, make sure I remember. ”

The past and the present intertwined.

Harper listened as Logan firmly said, “Yes, I do.” The images from the past gradually shattered.

Her phone suddenly vibrated, breaking her melancholic mood.

Harper lowered her head, took out her phone, and saw a message from Blaze-

[Why are you crying at your sister’s wedding? You’re so moved? Are you out of your mind?]

‘He was insulting me again. The bastard!’ Harper reached up to touch her face, feeling wetness. She had indeed shed tears.

While everyone was looking at the newlyweds, Harper wiped her tears gently. She turned her head and saw Blaze sitting in the middle of the aisle. He wasn’t looking at the newlyweds, and the moment she turned her head, she bumped into his eyes.

Blaze shook his phone at her, his expression unclear, probably indicating anger or some commanding order.

Harper ignored him, but soon her phone vibrated again-

“Hey! Stupid woman, reply to me!”

‘Boring.’ Harper shook her head. He always managed to ruin her melancholic mood. She wasn’t sure whether to hate him or thank him…

…

After the ceremony, Harper went to a corner and poured herself a glass of water. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone stumbling towards her.

It was Logan, his complexion looking a bit off.

“Are you okay?” Harper withdrew her hand discreetly.

“Maybe I haven’t been taking the medication regularly lately. The headaches are worse than the last couple of days,” Logan said, his hand pressing against his forehead, his voice somewhat weak.

“In that case, you should sit down for a while,” Harper suggested, offering him the glass of water.

“Thank you.” Maybe because he saw that she wasn’t bothering him anymore, he didn’t speak to her as coldly as before.

Harper glanced towards the area where their family and friends were, then turned to leave. She didn’t want to stay with Logan and attract gossip. If she was going to let go, she had to let go completely.

She was about to leave when Logan suddenly spoke up, “Sorry, could you pour me another glass of water?”

“…”

Harper reluctantly took the empty glass he handed her and poured another. Seeing his furrowed brows, she couldn’t help but ask, “How long have you had this headache?”

“It’s been like this since the brain surgery, but it’s nothing serious,” Logan replied, his voice sounding somewhat feeble.

‘Since the surgery? That’s been many years. So, he’s been taking medication all this time.’

“By the way, have you been taking this medication all along? And… Fiona was pregnant, does it have any effect on the baby?”

“The doctor said it doesn’t affect the baby,” Logan replied, taking the glass and drinking the water, which eased the pain slightly. He looked up at Harper and chuckled softly, “I never thought we could have such a calm conversation.”

In his memory, he was most familiar with Harper’s relentless pursuit, which he detested. He was also wary that she might cause trouble at the wedding. But so far, she showed no signs of disruption.

This kind of Harper… he couldn’t bring himself to hate her.

Harper lowered her eyes and didn’t speak. She glanced over to where Fiona was being interviewed. Fiona occasionally played with her hair, casting a displeased look towards their direction every time.

Harper saw it all but said nothing.

Her phone, placed aside, kept vibrating incessantly.

Okay, it was Blaze again, sending several messages she hadn’t read:

“Stupid woman, reply to my messages.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Which room are you staying in?”

“If you don’t reply, I’ll send people to search room by room!”

“Come out.”

Harper couldn’t find suitable words to describe him. ‘This guy was really boring. Wasn’t he too idle? Why did he keep sending her messages?’

As the evening approached, Harper ride a bicycle through the resort towards the beach, illuminated by the moonlight.

In the distance, she could hear music, coming from the direction of the grand hotel.

The entire facade of the hotel was lit up with the words “I Love You,” romantically celebrating the couple’s union.

Several yachts were parked by the seaside, big and small, forming a dazzling sight with their lights, like a diamond necklace adorning the night beach.

Harper parked her bicycle and looked around. Blaze said to go sailing, but which yacht was his?

Harper looked at each one in turn.

“My yacht is here. ” A cool voice drifted to her on the breeze.

“…”

Just nearby, an orange Lamborghini convertible was parked. Blaze sat in the driver’s seat, one hand on the steering wheel.

“Mr. Wychwood…”

“Are you feeling guilty?” Blaze’s gaze was sharp, his voice icy.

“Why would I? What do I have to feel guilty about?”

“Like, for example, not reply to my messages?”

“My phone was dead just now…”

“Come with me!” Blaze interrupted, opening the car door and getting out. He grabbed her arm and dragged her forward.

As they approached, Harper realized that Blaze’s yacht was the biggest and most extravagant of them all. White, with especially bright lights. Dylan and a row of bodyguards stood on board, nodding respectfully as they approached.

“Did you come here by yacht today?” Harper asked.

“Get on,” Blaze commanded, pulling Harper up.

The yacht slowly started and headed out into the deep sea.

Tranquil Haven Island grew smaller and smaller in the distance, shrinking into a glowing little island.

Harper stood on the deck, facing the wind, hands on the railing. She suddenly felt that sailing on the yacht in the middle of the night was quite nice, as the wind could take away all the negative emotions.

“Hey, I didn’t ask you to come up here to stay silent like a dead person!” Blaze’s displeased voice came from behind her. He walked over, leaning against the railing with his long legs, his back to it, his eyes glaring at her.

“I just feel like quietly enjoying the sea view now, and I don’t know what to say,” Harper replied honestly.

“Then let’s discuss why you didn’t reply to my messages.” Blaze was very unhappy. This was the first time he had ever messaged a woman, and she didn’t respond. How could she ignore him like this?

“Uh, my phone died, and I didn’t bring a charger,” Harper tried to come up with an excuse.

“What’s your phone’s system?”

“N. E.,” Harper blurted out.

Upon hearing this, Blaze smirked, “Phones with N. E. systems can be wirelessly charged, and there are charging stations all over this island.”

The lie was mercilessly exposed.

Harper didn’t know how to respond. She touched her nose awkwardly. Seeing Blaze was showing signs of agitation, she quickly pointed to the sea, “Sew… It’s so beautiful…”