Chapter 15 You Need Medication
“How long are you going to keep up this charade?” Blaze interrupted her, his tone filled with displeasure, “Are you not satisfied with the conditions I provided?”
Harper suddenly realized that she couldn’t reason with him.
“Fine, be my woman, and I’ll give you a blank check every month to fill out yourself,” Blaze said disdainfully, “I can also make you into a world-class comic artist. I’ll invest in animations, movies, and a series of other things to ensure your name lives on even after you’re gone.”
No woman could resist these temptations.
“As long as you’re with me, I can give you all of this!”
“Harper, while I’m somewhat interested in you now, don’t push it too far,” Blaze warned her, “You’re only worth this much, don’t be too greedy.”
He leaned in closer, his slender fingers caressing her face, his eyes locked onto hers. The tear on her eyelash was incredibly tempting…
He lowered his head towards her again-
“Isn’t there any medicine for your symptoms?” Harper suddenly asked.
He was such a paranoid, thinking she was hiding the child, tormenting her in every possible way to make her hand over the child; thinking she was a pretentious woman, so whatever she did, in his eyes, was calculated…
His every word constantly humiliated her.
“What did you say?” Blaze’s face immediately turned black.
“Mr. Wychwood, you need medication,” Harper looked at him coldly, indifferently saying, “Perhaps paranoia can be treated, you shouldn’t give up.”
The next moment, she was violently thrown to the ground by Blaze.
“Thud…”
Blaze stepped on her leg, his eyes glaring at her with rage. His face was extremely unpleasant, “Go to hell!!”
His irritability, excessive arrogance, were all symptoms of paranoia, but no one had ever dared to mock him with it in front of him. She had crossed his line.
Harper remained silent.
Blaze crushed her leg with a fierce stomp, finally restraining his anger that wanted to kill her, and he left in a huff.
Harper lay motionless on the floor.
She deliberately provoked Blaze. She knew that people with paranoia couldn’t handle stimulation, but she still did it. She could tell that the more she tried to please Blaze, the more interested he became in her, which was completely contrary to her goal of regaining her freedom. If that was the case, she would rather die…
In the spacious hall, Harper sat silently on the sofa.
“Miss Shaw, in my opinion, you are a smart, resilient girl, how could you…” Dylan paced in front of her, looking at her with concern.
He never expected Harper to provoke Blaze. It was completely unexpected.
“What does he want to do to punish me?” Harper’s voice was calm.
She knew Blaze wouldn’t let her off easily.
“Master ordered us to throw you into the forest,” Dylan said, his brow furrowed tightly, “Do you know that the forest is guarded, you can’t escape, and with no food and water, in less than seven days…”
“I’ll die.” Harper stated her fate.
She guessed Blaze wouldn’t give up easily, but she didn’t expect him to be so ruthless. It seemed she had really touched his sore spot.
“You only have one way out now, either hand over the child and submit to Master… maybe there’s still a chance…”
“Can I make one last call before I die?” Harper asked softly.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
“Miss Shaw…”
“I know calling the police won’t help, I just want to make one last call.” Harper said, looking up at Dylan with pleading eyes.
Dylan looked at her with pity, finally sighed helplessly, and waved his hand to have the telephone brought to Harper, fulfilling her last wish.
Harper sat on the sofa, looking down at the antique-style telephone in front of her.
She wasn’t sure if the person on the other end of the line would be willing to pick up her call.
After a long time, Harper finally reached out slowly and picked up the phone, her index finger pressing down on a string of numbers. Each digit was pressed with all the strength she had.
“Hello?”
A somewhat soft male voice sounded through the receiver.
Harper sat there, her heart pounding wildly, the handset almost slipping from her hand.
“Hello?” There was impatience in the voice on the other end as there was no response.
“It’s… me.” Harper spoke, her voice trembling slightly.
A long silence followed.
Thinking that he hadn’t recognize her voice, Harper paused and said again, “It’s me, I’m Harper.”
“I know it’s you.” The man’s voice on the other end instantly turned cold, “Didn’t I tell you not to call me privately? I don’t want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.”
Harper listened in a daze, suddenly unsure how to ask him for help, “Logan…”
Logan, the fullname Logan Davidson’, his voice came out icy, “I’m about to marry your sister soon, sis.”
The word “sis” distanced their relationship.
Yeah, he was about to become her brother-in-law.
Harper bitterly bit her lip, then after a moment, she said, “If I tell you I’m being kidnapped right now, would you come to rescue me?”
If there was anyone in the world who could save her, it would be Logan.