Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

If he called the police, Harper could imagine Blaze storming into the station to bail her out, probably while scolding her and protecting her at the same time.

At her words, Logan chuckled bitterly. “Why would you think I’m going to call the police?”

Harper looked at him in confusion.

“If I wanted to call the police, why would I knock and come in? I could just wait for you to climb over and catch you in the act,” Logan explained.

As Harper listened to him, she was utterly astonished.

Logan sat down on the sofa, leaning forward slightly and rubbing his forehead, which seemed to be hurting. He had noticed her following Fiona’s car and had followed her closely. He didn’t know what she was up to, but he was worried she might get into trouble. Seeing her observing with binoculars and checking into the room next to Fiona’s, he had a vague idea of her intentions. She had always been bold, unlike most girls, willing to climb trees, windows, and walls. But this was the 8th floor, and he couldn’t let her go.

Time passed, and the two of them remained silent.

Harper leaned against the wall, breaking the silence, “Aren’t you curious why I was tracking Fiona?”

At her words, Logan sat up straight, chuckling, “You always have your reasons for doing things. If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen. If not, I won’t pry.”

Harper looked at him in astonishment, feeling a mixture of emotions she couldn’t quite articulate. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Logan asked.

“Logan, you’re really different now,” she blurted out.

Logan looked at her, his gaze flickering slightly. He gazed deeply into her face-her brows, her eyes, her nose, her lips.

Feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze, Harper didn’t know what to say.

“Fiona hasn’t left yet. Let’s find a safer way to eavesdrop,” Logan suggested, vaguely guessing her intentions for coming out today. He wanted to help her achieve her goal, unwilling to let her take risks.

Harper was completely dumbfounded. Was he really offering to help her eavesdrop?

Logan stood up and asked, “Do you have that silver box you can plug into her phone?”

Harper was shocked, but after a few seconds, she finally understood. So, it was Logan who had helped her that day at The Davidson Family… when he suddenly got everyone else out of the room, leaving only her behind. She had thought it was just luck.

“That day, you deliberately helped me,” she mumbled.

Logan didn’t deny it, simply asking, “Do you have it?”

“Yeah,” Harper walked to the side and opened her backpack, taking out the flash drive. She had been carrying this silver box with her, just in case.

“Give it to me,” Logan took the flash drive from her hand, giving it a brief glance before saying, “This is a high-tech listening device. Can it still work if the phone is turned off?”

Harper nodded stiffly, “Yes.”

Blaze’s virus program was too powerful, turning the phone itself into a listening device. If it weren’t for Lena and Fiona coming here to have a private discussion without bringing any communication devices, she wouldn’t have needed to follow them. She could have just eavesdropped from home.

“Okay,” Logan nodded, then walked out, “Wait here for me.”

Harper watched him leave in confusion. ‘What was he planning to do?’

A few minutes later, Logan returned to the room and glanced at her at the door, signaling her to come over.

Harper walked over, puzzled. Logan opened the door slightly, revealing a uniformed waitress pushing a food cart outside, gesturing “ok” to Logan.

Harper was even more confused.

“Come here, but don’t make a sound,” Logan pulled her over.

She stood there, startled, as the knocking on the door outside started. The sweet voice of the waitress sounded, “Hello, hotel service, bringing your meal.”

The waiter knocked on the door of the next room.

Shortly after, the sound of the door opening came from.

Harper felt nervous. Suddenly, she felt a hand on hers, and she looked down to see Logan holding her hand.

In the next moment, she withdrew her hand and put it behind her back.

Logan leaned against the wall, feeling her movement. His hand hung there stiffly, saying nothing.

From the direction of the neighboring room, Fiona’s voice came, “I didn’t order any food.”

“This is a complimentary service from our hotel,” the waitress said with a smile.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“I don’t need it, take it away,” Fiona said impatiently, dismissing her.

“Alright then, please accept this bottle of wine. Miss, have a pleasant stay.”

After a few more words, the door next door closed, and the waitress wheeled the food cart away.

Logan closed the door, and Harper asked with a puzzled expression, “What did she do?”

“She put my phone in the next room,” Logan said, “I’ve turned off my phone, so there’s no risk.” He said calmly, “And on that phone, I’ve implanted your eavesdropping program.”

Harper looked at him in astonishment. So, all she had to do now was go back and listen to find out what Lena and Fiona had said.

This was indeed a foolproof plan.

“You can go back and listen now,” Logan said again, “I’ll leave first.”

With that, Logan opened the door and prepared to leave.

“Why are you helping me?” Harper was extremely puzzled; everything Logan had done far exceeded her expectations. Wasn’t he Fiona’s husband? Yet here he was, helping her eavesdrop on Fiona’s secrets without asking why.

Logan’s figure paused, and he remained silent.

“Why are you helping me?” Harper asked again.

“Do you want to know the answer?” Logan didn’t turn around, his voice barely audible.

Harper stood behind him, after a long while, she heard her own voice echoing in the quiet room, “Of course, I want to know the answer. Why are you doing all this? What’s your motive?”

Logan let out a faint laugh and took slow steps toward her. His hand rested against the wall, tracing the patterns on it with his fingertips.

In that moment, Harper had a hallucination, as if she saw a young Logan walking towards her. When he was young, Logan was blind, always feeling his way along the wall towards her.

Watching him move like this, Harper’s face turned pale. Reality and the past seemed to blur before her eyes.

Logan approached her, his eyes lowered to her pale face. A smile slowly appeared on his face, just about to speak, when a sharp pain struck his head. Logan pressed his hand to his head, and staggered towards her.

Harper snapped out of the confusing memory in an instant, quickly supporting him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Logan shook his head, but his face was pale.

“Come sit over here,” Harper struggled to help him onto the sofa, then asked with concern, “Where’s your medicine? ”

Logan trembled as he took out a small box from his shirt pocket, trying to open it but shaking badly.

Harper snatched the box from his hand and opened it. A pungent smell wafted out, making her pause. “Did you change your medicine?”

Last time at the wedding, she didn’t smell anything unusual from the medicine.

Logan didn’t say anything in response. He pressed his forehead, his fingernails digging deep into his temples, trying to alleviate some of the pain.

Harper grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the desk and handed it to him. Logan took two pills from the box and swallowed them with water.

“Are you okay?” Harper stood in front of him, looking at him with concern. “Are your headaches always this severe?”

Logan didn’t say anything, just pressed his head in silence.

“Wasn’t the surgery supposed to be successful? Why do you still have such severe aftereffects?” Harper asked.

Logan silently glanced at her, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his forehead. He forced a pale smile. “I’ll tell you about all this later.”

With that, Harper refrained from asking further.

Time passed quietly, and Logan felt better, “I’m fine now. I should leave, just in case I run into Fiona, it would be hard to explain.” Logan stood up, swaying slightly.

Harper reached out her hand towards him. Her intention was to help him, but Logan suddenly grabbed her hand. He lowered his eyes to her, his eyes full of complexity.

Harper froze. When Logan was young, he liked to hold her hand tightly.

Wait. He wasn’t the young Logan. He was Fiona’s husband, someone she had already given up on.

Harper quickly withdrew her hand.