Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Blaze followed her gaze. The sea shimmered in the night, with bioluminescent organisms jumping in and out, leaving behind a sparkling trail.

“It really is beautiful.” Harper was initially just trying to divert Blaze’s attention, but when she saw the tiny lights on the sea surface, she was genuinely intrigued, “What’s that? How come it’s glowing?”

She had never known that the nighttime sea could be so beautiful.

Blaze withdrew his gaze, staring tightly at Harper.

There she stood, hands resting on the railing. Her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity as she gazed at the sea. Her petite nose and pale pink lips curved into a smile, with strands of hair tousled by the wind. A few strands fell onto her fair face, brushing against her lips as she gently pursed them, looking alluring.

Blaze stared intensely at that strand of hair on her lips, a surge of inexplicable jealousy rising in his chest.

He jealously eyed that single strand of hair.

Without warning, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips.

Her lips were soft and tasted good.

“Mmm…”

Harper’s eyes widened in astonishment. What was he doing now? She dared not resist, only enduring his sudden kiss. It was dominating, as if he wanted to devour her whole, leaving her breathless.

Suddenly, Blaze lifted her up.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

A whirl.

By the time Harper realized what was happening, she was already being lifted over the railing, with the sea beneath her feet. She was completely suspended in mid-air, only held up by Blaze’s arms around her waist, preventing her from falling into the sea.

Meanwhile, the yacht continued to sail on the ocean.

The sound of the wind roared in her ears.

“Ah-!” Harper screamed. She hastily clung to Blaze’s neck, “What are you doing? I could fall!”

“Isn’t this perfect? Now you can go ask what those glowing things are.” Blaze chuckled, kissing her lips again, savoring the taste.

“Stop it…”

Harper panicked, clutching him tightly. She tried to climb back onto the railing, but Blaze kicked her feet away.

She tried again, and again he kicked her feet away.

After several attempts, Harper started to get annoyed, “Quit messing around.”

The sensation of dangling like this was terrifying.

“What can you do to me?” Blaze smirked, his arm still wrapped around her waist as his lips trailed across her face.

Harper held onto him tightly, no longer trying to climb back onto the railing, but instead wrapped her legs around his waist.

This time, Blaze didn’t kick her legs away.

Harper leaned against Blaze’s chest, gazing at the beautiful scenery. She used to think that Logan would never marry anyone else; then she thought that Logan marrying Fiona would be the most heartbreaking and devastating day of her life. But now, it wasn’t like that at all. Here she was, holding another man and admiring the nighttime sea. She didn’t cry or feel desperate. Life was sometimes strange.

“What are you thinking?” Blaze asked, lowering his head to look at her.

“Enjoying the view. Isn’t it beautiful?” Harper replied.

“You really haven’t seen much of the world,” Blaze mocked, “I’ll take you diving sometime.”

“Is the underwater scenery beautiful?” Harper asked.

“Of course.” Blaze suddenly lifted her onto the deck. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, his tongue lightly tracing her earlobe. His kisses landed on her eye corner, trailed down her straight nose, and pecked at her collarbone. His large hand roamed over her soft curves.

Dylan approached, “Master, something came up.”

“What happened?” Blaze asked, showing no concern in his tone.

“I just received a call. They said the groom went missing before the banquet, and everyone has been searching for him on the island,” Dylan reported.

“Logan is missing?” Harper stood up in shock.

Did he faint somewhere because of the headache?

Blaze looked displeased at Harper’s reaction, “Why are you so nervous? It’s not your groom is missing.”

Harper quickly composed herself, “That’s my brother-in-law; of course, I’m worried.”

“Save your concern for when I go missing,” Blaze said coldly.

“… I’ll make a phone call,” Harper said, hurriedly leaving the deck to find a quiet place to turn on her phone.

As soon as she turned it on, she saw several missed calls from Marcia. She quickly called her back, “Harper, where are you? Logan is missing, and everyone is saying you took him. Did you?”

Harper was stunned by her words. How could Logan’s disappearance be related to her?

“I’m still here. I was just enjoying the night by the sea,” Harper said helplessly. “There’s no way Logan’s disappearance has anything to do with me.”

“But everyone is saying…”

“Check the surveillance footage to see where he went,” Harper interrupted her.

“We already did. Logan was driving to the hotel by himself, but he disappeared on the way. There are no outdoor cameras on the island,” Marcia said anxiously, her voice almost breaking, “I told them it couldn’t be you, but no one believes…”

“I’ll help look for him,” Harper said, no longer wanting to explain further. She hung up the phone and headed back to the deck.

Blaze was standing there, savoring his wine.

“Can you send some people to help with the search?” Harper pleaded with him.

“Why should I help?” Blaze didn’t want to get involved in The Davidson Family’s affairs.

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed.

Blaze lowered his head to see Harper holding his hand, her soft fingertips pressing against his palm, “Please…”

Her voice was filled with pleading, as if she was placing all her hopes on him. She needed him desperately.

“Shit!” Blaze tightened his grip on her slightly cold hand and shouted to Dylan, “Head back!”

“Yes, Master.”

Upon hearing this, Harper breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Blaze, “Thank you.”

Blaze snorted and reached out to tap her forehead.

As the yacht approached the shore, Dylan handed them a map. “Master, this is a map of Tranquil Haven Island. Most of The Davidson Family are searching in these areas. There are fewer people in this area at the southern corner.”

“Then let’s search there,” Blaze said.

The southern corner was dense with trees and lacked lighting.

“Logan… Logan…” Harper called out as she walked into the forest, using the flashlight on her phone to light the way. She stumbled and almost fell, but Blaze caught her in time.

“I’ve already sent people to search. Let’s go back and wait for news,” Blaze said, displeased.

“I’m fine. I can do it,” Harper insisted, continuing to move forward.

“Why are you in such a hurry? He’s not going to die,” Blaze sarcastically remarked.

Harper ignored his comment, and continued walking.

The forest was too dark, and she instinctively tightened her grip on Blaze’s hand.

Blaze was about to say something when he was caught off guard by her simple action, his heart racing. He stared at their intertwined fingers, feeling like a puppet being led forward by her, unable to control his own steps.

“Logan… Logan…”Harper didn’t notice his reaction and kept calling out.

The Davidson Family had tight security on the island, and she didn’t believe anyone would dare to kidnap someone on the wedding day… She was afraid that Logan might have a seizure and collapsed somewhere.

After a long while, Harper suddenly realized that Blaze wasn’t by her side. She had been so focused on searching that she hadn’t even noticed when Blaze disappeared.

‘Where did he go? Did they split up to search?’ Harper waited in place for a moment, but when Blaze didn’t return, she continued walking into the woods alone.

After some time, she stopped and looked ahead. Under a tree, a man in a gray suit was sitting on the ground, leaning against the tree. If it weren’t for the light from his phone, he would almost blend into the darkness of the night.

“Logan?” Harper called out, puzzled. “Is that you? Logan?”

The man suddenly turned his head, staring deeply in her direction, his eyes filled with disbelief.

It was Logan.