Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

This day, Harper found herself tied up learning British aristocratic cuisine again.

The so-called aristocratic cuisine required meticulous selection of every single plate before serving it to the noble host. No wonder Blaze was so picky about plates; turns out, it’s a common tradition among aristocrats.

Harper spent the entire day learning how to select plates…

Knock knock – a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

“Come in,” the instructor called out.

Dylan pushed open the door from outside, courteously addressing her, “Miss Shaw, the car is ready, we can leave now.”

Harper stood by, still studying the cup in her hand. ‘What was wrong with the pattern on this cup? Did drinking tea really have to be this meticulous?’

“Miss Shaw?” Dylan called out again.

“Leave? Leave for where?” Harper snapped out of her reverie, puzzled. She instinctively glanced at the nearby sofa. Blaze would usually be sitting there waiting for her when she came to learn British cuisine. But why wasn’t he here today? Wasn’t he here just now?

“Master has already left,” Dylan smiled faintly, “He sent me to escort Miss Shaw over.”

Harper turned the white cup in her hand, still puzzled, “Go where?”

Dylan smiled mysteriously at her, “Didn’t Master already make plans with Miss Shaw? I heard it’s the reward for the eavesdropping device.”

Reward for the eavesdropping device?!

Harper froze, then remembered the three options Blaze had given her that day… She chose the wilderness…

From Sherry’s astute analysis, it was clear that Blaze intended to play some adult game in the wild with her. She thought Blaze had forgotten about it since he hadn’t mentioned it again, but apparently, he hadn’t forgotten. He chose today.

“No, I’m not going!” Harper immediately declared firmly. He was already crazy enough at home; who knew what that paranoid maniac would do to her in the wilderness?

“Master insists you must go,” Dylan said.

“I’m still learning… He told me to focus on learning British cuisine, didn’t he? I haven’t mastered it yet.” Harper held the cup in front of her, desperately searching for excuses.

“Master said you can come next week; he’s already waiting for you there,” Dylan replied.

“I don’t want to go! I refuse!” Harper’s attitude was resolute as she stepped back repeatedly, “I don’t care, call Blaze. If he insists on me going today, he can take my dead body there!”

Several instructors stood by, watching this scene in astonishment.

Seeing Harper so determined, Dylan frowned and sighed heavily, “Miss Shaw, I’m truly sorry.”

Sorry for what? Harper stood her ground, looking wary.

In no time, several burly men walked in from outside, Blaze’s bodyguards. They walked straight toward Harper, lifting her up and carrying her out.

“No…”

“Damn you, Blaze!”

…

Harper was forcibly shoved into a limited edition customized business car by the bodyguards. As soon as she sat down, the doors were firmly locked, leaving her no chance of escape.

“Miss Shaw, there’s no need to be nervous,” Dylan assured her.

She curled up, clutching her knees tightly, and glanced out the window.

As the car drove on, the sky outside gradually darkened. Suddenly, the car began to ascend a slope, spiraling upwards.

“Where are we going?” Harper asked, puzzled.

“To the top of the mountain,” Dylan replied.

‘The top? So Blaze chose the wilderness to be on the mountain. Well, that’s not too bad; there probably won’t be many people around…’ Harper breathed a sigh of relief.

After a long time, the car slowly came to a stop.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Harper stepped out of the car and saw a mountain-top hotel ahead. A row of hotel staff in professional attire stood at the door, bowing respectfully, “Miss Shaw, welcome,” they greeted.

‘A hotel? Just a hotel in the wilderness mountain?’ Harper glanced at Dylan. If it was just a hotel, she could accept it. She just prayed it wasn’t really out in the wilderness; that would be too embarrassing…

“Where’s Blaze?” Harper asked Dylan.

“Master is at the highest peak,” Dylan said, taking out a black deluxe custom gift box from the car, “Miss Shaw, please change into these clothes before going to see him.”

“Change clothes?” Harper was taken aback, “What? I have to change clothes?”

“Yes, once you’ve changed, the driver will take you to see Master,” Dylan handed her the gift box.

Harper took the box and was urged to walk into the hotel. A staff member kindly escorted her to the changing room and asked enthusiastically, “Miss, do you need any help?”

“No, thank you,” Harper replied. She walked into the lavishly decorated changing room and opened the gift box, revealing a neatly folded set of clothes.

Why did she need to change clothes? Harper wondered as she unfolded the clothes. Then she was deeply shocked.

What the hell kind of clothes were these… They were clearly school uniform, with a short shirt top and a short skirt. What’s more, the skirt looked extremely short, and the shirt top was also very short…

Thinking about Blaze bringing her here to play some adult game, Harper was speechless.

‘This man not only wants to make love in the wilderness but also wants to role-playing? uniform play? He’s such a jerk, a pervert!’ Harper cursed Blaze repeatedly in her mind. There was no way she would wear such a skirt; she didn’t want to indulge Blaze.

“Knock knock,” the sound of knocking echoed as a staff member politely asked from outside, “Miss, are you ready? Do you need any help?”

“No, thanks,” Harper replied loudly, feeling restless in the changing room.

‘What to do? There was only one option left-escape.’ Harper stood by the window, looking down. It was pitch black below. The changing room was on the second floor, not too high.

Gritting her teeth, Harper made up her mind to escape from there. She clung to the window and started to climb down. The descent wasn’t smooth; her hands encountered several obstacles, leaving three cuts that oozed blood.

“Thud.” Successfully landing on the ground, she turned around, only to see two burly bodyguards standing in front of her.

The bodyguards respectfully lowered their heads, “Miss Shaw, Mr. Wychwood said you like to climb out of windows… Please come back,” they said.

Harper stood there, dejectedly looking down at her hands…

‘This Blaze, how can he always guess that I will climb out of windows? It happened last time on Tranquil Haven Island too… Does he really install a tracker on me?’

Unable to successfully escape, Harper was forcibly taken back to the changing room by the bodyguards.

Dylan stood at the door, looking at her helplessly, “Miss Shaw, are you okay? What’s going on today? It’s just meeting Master,” he said.

‘Meeting? If it were just a simple meeting…’ Harper thought to herself.

This time, two female staff members came in to help her change clothes, dressing her in a schoolgirl outfit.

Harper stood in front of the full-length mirror, feeling ashamed of her appearance-a short-sleeved top that barely covered her waist, a red tie that barely concealed her belly button, and an ultra-short schoolgirl skirt that barely covered her butt. She felt too embarrassed to face herself.

“I-” Harper was about to say she wanted to change, but the staff members pushed her down onto a chair and started to do her hair. They even put a crystal headband on her, in pink…

“Okay, Miss, you can go out now,” the staff members said seriously.

“Are you sure I can go out dressed like this?” Harper covered her eyes with her hand, unable to bear looking at herself. She was already 24, for God’s sake, wearing this outfit was too embarrassing and awkward…

The staff members just smiled and remained silent.

Outside, Dylan’s urging voice could be heard again.

In the end, Harper could only pick up a long coat and put it on. She wrapped herself tightly, leaving only her bare legs exposed, and then walked out.

Dylan stood at the door of the changing room, chuckling as he saw Harper’s resigned expression. “Miss Shaw, let’s go,” he said.

“Eh…” Harper nodded, clutching her coat tightly as she walked outside step by step.

Once again, the business car drove Harper up to the higher summit of the mountain. The night was quiet, with only the sound of the wheels rolling on the mountain road.

The car stopped on the road, and Harper took a deep breath before pushing open the door and getting out. She nervously rubbed her hands together; her palms were covered in band-aids.

As she looked ahead, her gaze froze. At the end of the summit, a towering tree stood silently under the night sky. Beneath the tree, a tall and slender figure stood there.

It was Blaze.

In front of him was a white dining table, illuminated by candlelight, exuding a romantic atmosphere.