“Bang!” He kicked over a nearby chair, ring angrily in the direction Harper had run off.
ze was furious. Did she just call him a dictator? A tyrant? Huh, she was trying every trick to get some space, some freedom from him. What did she take him for? A virus? Did she really think she could just walk away from him like that? No way!
“Dn, keep an eye on her. Don’t give her a chance to escape!” ze growled fiercely. He clenched his fist and pounded on the table, venting his anger.
“Yes, Master.”
ze headed towards the gym. He was so agitated that he kicked things along the way, leaving a mess behind.
“I don’t mind having her around every day, and she wants space? She just wants to get away from me!”
“Bang” ze stepped heavily onto the treadmill, increasing the speed.
Dn came in with a clean towel. ze gave him a cold look and snapped, “You old geezer, you walk so slowly, it’s time for you to retire. You can’t do anything right, not even cook a meal!”
“Get lost! Stop bothering me!” ze shouted at him.
Dn sighed lightly and approached ze’s treadmill. He respectfully lowered his head and spoke gently, “Master, please forgive me for being presumptuous.”
“I believe Miss Shaw didn’t mean anything else by her words,” Dn stood there, his voice gentle and kind. “It’s natural for there to be some space between couples.”
ze’s gaze sharpened, “Do I need you to speak this? I want to be with her 24/7! That’s my style!”
Dn paused, “Back in Ennd, when I was dating my third girlfriend, we were so sweet together, couldn’t stand a second apart, but s…” he trailed off.
ze, who was initially uninterested, now looked intrigued, “But what?” he asked in a deep voice.
Dn sighed. “We were always together, knew each other too well, there was no mystery or space… In less than a month, we stopped loving each other, and ended up breaking up miserably.”
ze slowed down the treadmill, his eyes icy.
“Master, the towel is here. I’ll be on my way now,” Dn, always knowing his ce, said before cing the towel and leaving.
ze stepped off the treadmill, grabbed the towel, and then, suddenly, he tossed it aside.
Shit!
He stormed out of the gym and headed towards Harper’s study. He silently pushed open the slightly ajar door.
Harper was sitting at her desk, lost in thought. She had changed out of her maid outfit, now wearing a fresh long dress, holding a pen. Her eyes stared nkly ahead.
ze was about to enter when he heard Harper angrily scribble on the paper, muttering, “Dictator! Paranoiac! Psychopath! Shameless!”
She dared to curse him!… ze stood at the doorway, his face darkening. He reached out to close the door.
Just before the door closed, Harper suddenly copsed onto the desk, lifeless, muttering to herself, “When will this kind of lifee to an end… ”
‘End? She’s thinking about the end already, feeling tired of being around me? It hasn’t been that long, and she’s already bored, just because there’s no mystery?’ ze panicked.
“There’s no end.” he said coldly.
Harper was taken aback by ze’s sudden appearance, turning to look at him in surprise.
ze strode towards her, ring at her coldly. “Do you like cursing me behind my back?” he asked harshly.
“No,” Harper replied expressionlessly, clearly unhappy.
“If you keep up with that expression, forget about going out to find inspiration,” ze threatened.
‘This is ridiculous! Every time I’m with Harper, I have to find a way out myself. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even bother to talk to me.’ ze scorned himself inwardly.
“What…?” Harper was about to retort, then suddenly realized, surprised, “You allowed me to go out for inspiration?”
“Once a month,” ze said indifferently.? N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
“Okay, deal!” Harper immediately agreed, smiling happily.
Her smile was particrly annoying to ze. Was she so happy just to get away from him for a day?
“Are you hungry? I’ll make you breakfast,” Harper said, smiling, trying hard to please him. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt my hand.”
ze shot her a fierce re before turning and walking away.
He suddenly found a piece of drawing paper on the table. On it was a cartoonish drawing of a man with a stern face, neat short hair, and slightly mixed-race features, looking very familiar.
ze picked up the paper. “What’s this?” he demanded.
“Uh… it’s mytest creation, a character for myic,” Harper reluctantly confessed, hoping he wouldn’t recognize it.
ze lifted the paper, staring coldly at her. “You think I can’t even recognize myself?”
“Well…” Harper didn’t know how to exin.
ze had just agreed to let her go out alone, and now he had discovered she was secretly drawing him, using him as material for heric… It was only a matter of time before he erupted.
What to do?
What to do…
Suddenly, a light chuckle sounded above her head, “Harper, are you finally admitting that you’ve fallen in love with me?”
“Huh?” Harper looked up, bewildered, at ze’s smug face. How did it suddenly jump to… falling in love with him?
“When did you start drawing this?” ze asked, his face devoid of anger, reced with pride.
“Just when I moved into Sky Harbor…”
“So you’ve been quietly drawing me for so long.” ze chuckled. He nced at the drawing, then back at her, “Harper, it seems you’re hopelessly in love with me. Still denying it? On one hand, you show no signs of affection towards me, and on the other hand, you’re secretly drawing me. I understand now, what kind of woman you are.”
Harper blinked, wondering how he could see her undying love for him from the drawing. At most, he was just her muse.
ze held the paper, growing more satisfied as he looked at it. Harper’s drawing skills were indeed impressive. He had chosen a remarkable woman.
“I remember you used to draw teenage romanceics,” ze said, looking at her. “Did you turn our story into aic?”
It sounded like a question, but his tone was certain.
Harper stood there, unable to say that her main plotline this time wasn’t about romance, let alone their story as a prototype, but about a psycho turning from his peak to his downfall… She had vented all her grievances against him on the protagonist of theic.
Seeing her silent, ze assumed she had acquiesced. He pulled out a chair and sat down, propping one leg on her desk. He pulled her into his embrace, still holding the paper. “What’s the name of theic?”
“Uh…” Harper blinked, absolutely not willing to reveal the title “The CEO Is Paranoid.”
“Tell me,” ze urged her.
Harper thought for a moment, forcing a smile. “Theic is called… ‘My CEO is the Top Priority.''”
“Nice name,” ze nodded, nting a firm kiss on her forehead, “Now, you better draw it well. Whatever inspiration you need, find it. Pour all your hopeless love for me into it!”
“Also, you used to draw adult scenes. Do the same this time, add a few more!”
“I don’t really draw those, I just asionally sketch some intense kissing scenes…” Harper attempted to exin.
“You still won’t admit it? If youck inspiration in that area, I can help you on the spot!” ze moved to pull at her dress.
Harper quickly jumped out of his embrace, “No need, no need. It’s not appropriate to draw that. We need to resist explicit content! ”
ze’s eyes darkened. “True. We can’t let others see that.”
Harper breathed a sigh of relief, agreeing, “Yes, exactly.”
“Then, draw a adult version for me,” zemanded after a moment of contemtion.
“What?” Harper was dumbfounded.
“You’ll draw an adult version of ‘My CEO is the Top Priority’ for me, and you have a week to do it. Otherwise, forget about going out alone for inspiration next time.”
“…”
…
Harper genuinely felt she would go crazy if she stayed by ze’s side any longer. ze’s desires for her naturally extended beyond just aic book. Over the next two days, he continued to pressure her, having her almost in his embrace, possessing her…
On the day he allowed her to go out alone, Harper limped away. The difort between her legs made her wish she could tear ze to shreds.
“Are you okay? Do you need someone to escort you?”
“I’m fine!” Harper gritted her teeth, ring at him with resentment. He must be doing it on purpose. Though he said he’d let her go out, deep down, he wasn’t really willing, which was why he was treating her like this.
As if knowing what she was thinking, ze stepped closer, his palm cupping her face. “Yes, I am doing it on purpose,” he admitted shamelessly.
Harper wanted to tear his face off.