The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 122

“Something felt off about what he said today, you know? And Harrison, do they even know each other? Maybe it’s just me overthinking, but they seemed to be at each other’s throats a bit.”

Jocelyn was terrified her mom would pick up on the little thing going on between her and Melvin. Thankfully, Melvin had always kept a respectful distance, especially in front of her parents. So hopefully they hadn’t noticed anything amiss.

‘No, not at all, Jocelyn said with feigned ease. “Maybe he just speaks from experience, that’s all.”

Daisy seemed relieved, “Well, that’s reasonable then.”

Jocelyn let out a sigh of relief when her mother didn’t press the matter further.

Calvin trudged upstairs, feeling a bit weary.

Locking the door behind him, he chuckled, “You know, Mr. Martinez is actually quite decent. Seems standoffish, but he’s got a warm heart.”

“Calvin, did you ever feel something’s not quite right? Daisy’s sensitivity suddenly spiked.

Jocelyn’s heart, which had just settled, leaped into her throat again. She had no idea what her mother might have figured out.

“What do you mean?” Calvin asked.

“Why is your boss so nice to you?” Daisy knitted her brows in thought. “Ive been mulling it over… He kept your job safe, gave you a promotion, raised your salary, and even brought us that expensive fruit basket, not to mention driving me home. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?”

Jocelyn’s tension was palpable. She barely dared to breathe.

“What’s so strange about that? He’s just a kind-hearted guy.”

“But why so kind-hearted to you only? You’re not one of those corporate big shots. You’re just a security team leader Why’s he treating you so special? It’s a bit abnormal,” Daisy insisted, still puzzled.

This left Calvin without an explanation.

He checked the time. Let’s not overthink this. If he wants to be nice, it’s not like I have anything he could possibly want.”

Daisy finally felt a bit more at ease at that. “True, we don’t have any family heirlooms or treasures for him to covet.”

“Exactly, so let’s hit the hay. Calvin said, glancing at his daughter, who looked downcast, probably mulling over Harrison. “Get some rest too, sweetie. Hamison said he’d try to transfer to work closer to us. You gotta admit, the guy’s got a great attitude.”

Jocelyn couldn’t very well tell them she wasn’t fretting over Harrison.

She just smiled faintly, “Yeah, you two should head off to bed now. I’m gonna get some rest too.”

“Are you sure your injury’s okay? Daisy was still concerned. “It’s on your chin. What if it scars?”

“It won’t,” Jocelyn brushed it off. “You guys should sleep. I’m off to my room.

After Jocelyn retreated to her room, Daisy frowned, “Such a grown-up and still a handful.”

The old couple changed for bed, and Calvin suddenly gasped. “I just remembered something.”

“What’s that?”

“The last time Quinta was here, Jocelyn said she’d drop her at the station. Later, I saw Mr. Martinez’s car in our neighbourhood. He wouldn’t just come by with no relatives of his here Why was his car parked under our building?”

Daisy was confused, “What are you getting at?

“Do you think Mr. Martinez could be coming around for Jocelyn?”

Daisy’s face was a picture of shock, “No way

But once they entertained the possibility, everything seemed to suggest Melvin’s kindness was all for Jocelyn. That was the only explanation that made sense of his sudden generosity toward Calvin.

They exchanged a look and Calvin shook his head, “No, it can’t be. Forget it. Whatever his reasons, it’s not our concem.”

Daisy decided not to fret over it anymore

The next day, Jocelyn’s knee was less sore, her hand much better. She came out and found Daisy had prepared breakfast

her day off.”

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Jocelyn

picking up her bowl of oatmeal. ‘Finals are coming up. I can’t afford to miss any more cleaver

You’ve been looking a bit then lately.” Daisy said, concemed.

Jocelyn shook her head. Tm okay.”

“By the way, did Harrison call you last night?”

“No, I was asleep. But he texted. Got home around 11:30.”

Daisy smiled, ‘Being with Harrison is the right choice for you.”

Jocelyn bit into her sandwich, her dreams last night filled with Melvin-intimate moments and him pleading with her not to go. When she saw him chy, she cried too.

And she woke up crying

She didn’t know how long she’d keep dreaming of him, how she could start afresh with Harrison while haunted by these dreams.

How could she be fair to Hamison? Yes, Hamison was a catch and choosing to be with him was the smart choice. But was she the smart choice for Hamison? Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Jocelyn’s feelings were a tangled mess.

She had agreed to be with Hamson in a moment of impulse, but feeling Melvin in her heart seemed so unfair to Harrison.

After breakfast, Jocelyn took a cab to school. She wore a face mask and no longer needed bandages on her hand.

Seeing Preston was a surprise, especially after Melvin said he’d arrange a transfer.

Once a new school was found. Preston could move on.

“Why are you still here?” Jocelyn asked him.

Preston shrugged. ‘How am I supposed to know what goes on in my uncle’s head? He was out all day yesterday, came back looking sour. When I asked about the transfer, he said, Forget it.”

Jocelyn frowned, what was Melvin playing at?

“But I bet he’s not transferring me because he can’t let go of you.” Preston teased her. “Why the mask? *

Jocelyn shook her head, but her thoughts lingered on the idea that Melvin couldn’t let go of her

“Jocelyn, you know my uncle. His words might be harsh, but his heart is soft. If you go along with his temper, he’ll comply with anything Preston noticed Jocelyn’s expression. “Do you want…”

Time for class now Jocelyn interrupted, knowing what he’s going to say next.

Preston pouted, his plans thwarted as the bell rang for class. “Well, whatever. You know what I’m thinking. If dumping that guy makes you happy, then good nddance.”

With a shrug, he dashed off to class, leaving Jocelyn with her thoughts alone

Was she happy after the breakup? Hardly.

Taking a deep breath, she thought that Preston transferring to another school might just be a blessing in disguise for her. But now, Melvin canceled the transfer Then it might be a good choice to take a transfer herself.

How could she ignore the constant reminders of him, the people around her who were connected to her past? She wasn’t a saint She was a flesh-and-blood woman who could be easily swayed by her heartstrings.

Jocelyn loathed this weakness in herself. On the outside, she seemed decisive. But inside, she was a bundle of nerves. Her actions always betrayed her inner turmoil

At lunch, Ursula offered to fetch a carry-out for Jocelyn to eat in the office, considering the bruise on her chin. It was hardly seen with a face mark

But before Ursula could leave, someone came knocking on the office door

Ursula glanced at the doorway and nudged Jocelyn “Look, a knockout”

Jocelyn looked up just in time to lock eyes with Yasmine, who sauntered in with a no-name shopping bag and set it on Jocelyn’s desk

This stuff will help with the scars. Works like magic, she said, as if they had been friends for years

Jocelyn shook her head “I don’t need it.”

on’t think you can’t be friends with me just because I’m Melvin’s sister, Yasmine chided, tapping her fingers on the desk. “Right now

Preston’s mom. A student’s mom wanting to get the scoop from his teacher isn’t so unusual, right?”

Commened by Yasmine’s persistence, Jocelyn found herself without an excuse to decline.

Signaling to theula to go ahead without her Ursula nodded knowingly and left

ters grab a bite outside Yasmine suggested, making it clear she wanted to take Jocelyn out

Jocelyn was waty “I’m busy at noon. I don’t have much time.

“Are you afraid I’m setting you up to run into Melvin? Don’t worry, I wouldn’t lift a finger for that jerk. I know all about choosing principles over family, Yasmine said with a shake of her head. “You’re better off without him. Seriously.”

Jocelyn narrowed her eyes, trying to decipher whether Yasmine’s words were sincere or part of some elaborate ruse.