The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 133

Melvin’s lips quivered slightly as he took a deep breath, bracing himself for the familiar feeling of suffocation that seemed imminent.

“You’re not marrying Jocelyn, not because you don’t love her, nor because you don’t want to be with her. You have your concerns, right?” Yannick had figured it out. “Zephyr said that marrying Jocelyn would solve all your problems, but that’s when your symptoms started showing up. So, the reason you don’t want to get married lies right here.”

The numbness crept over Melvin’s body again as his lips trembled more and more visibly. His gaze was growing dimmer.

Worned he might have stirred Melvin up again, Yannick tried to soothe him, “If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask. But I know you really love Jocelyn. If you can’t give her marriage, at least you should tell her how much you love her. Besides marriage, you can give her everything else. She’s emotional, but rational too. She’ll understand

“What she wants most is marriage, Melvin said, his voice shaking.

Yannick sighed softly. “For many women, marriage is their most cherished dream. It’s like a secret code binding you to the one you love for life. She wants to marry you because you’re the one she wants to spend her life with”

Melvin felt a sharp pang in his heart. He had always known Jocelyn’s love for him.

From the moment she brought him home and from the way she looked at him, he knew this girl had feelings for him.

He had seen her before, back when he was a successful businessman invited to give talks at her school. She was beautiful and dazzling. Her features delicate and charming, yet she exuded an aura of refreshing purity.

He thought, such a beautiful girl must have plenty of admirers.

It was just a fleeting encounter. He hadn’t thought much of it, let alone that one day, their lives would intertwine.

The rain was getting heavier.

Zephyr ignored the impatient honking from the cars behind him. Thankfully, the traffic was light at the moment. He quietly followed the them and suggested again, “It’s pouring, get in the car.”

Melvin stopped and said to Yannick. “You guys go ahead. I want to walk alone.”

“The rain is getting worse.”

“It’s okay.”

Yannick didn’t follow this time.

“Why did you let him walk away? It’s pouring, and he’s hurting, both body and soul, Zephyr complained.

Yannick glanced at Zephyr, who immediately fell silent.

In the car, Zephyr drove obediently but couldn’t help himself asking, “What did you guys talk about?” He wasn’t far, but not close enough to catch their conversation.

“Do you know what the most tormenting thing in the world is?”

Zephyr frowned, “Being broke?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Yannick gave him a lazy look, Two people in love, but unable to be together”

That statement silenced Zephyr, turning him solemn.

Jocelyn was helping tidy up at Harrison’s place, getting things in order. Harrison had cooked dinner and they shared their first meal in his new home

“Melvin definitely won’t be able to sleep tonight, Harrison said with a chuckle.

Thinking of the look in Melvin’s eyes when he saw them together, Jocelyn just sighed, “His feelings for me are just an unhealthy obsession.

“When a man likes a woman, he naturally wants to possess her,” Harrison felt there was nothing wrong with that “If he doesn’t even fee! possessive, it’s doubtful how much he really likes her.”

Jocelyn glanced outside the window, “It’s raining.”

“Quite fitting’

Understanding the subtext of Harrison’s words, Jocelyn smirked, “He’ll be fine.

were him, id definitely find a place to drink, Harrison said, understanding the male psyche. “His beloved woman going home with other man-if he can sleep tonight, that would be a real surprise”

“So what? Jocelyn shrugged nonchalantly, feigning indifference, “He deserves it.”

Hamson looked at her with admiration but also a hint of mockery, “You’re clearly worried, yet you pretend to be at ease. You’re just putting on a brave face.”

“Not at all, Jocelyn denied, “My relationship with him really doesn’t need to continue. I’m serious this time.”

Yeah, I believe you,” Harrison replied with a meaningful nod.

Jocelyn didn’t know how to explain to make him believe, and eventually gave up on trying to assert her resolve.

“It’s getting late. I should go,” Jocelyn grabbed her purse after dinner.

‘I’ll walk you out.

“No need, you still have to clean up. The transportation here is convenient. I’ll just hail a cab,” Jocelyn declined, “I’m off, bye”

But Harrison still followed her out.

“I won’t send you home, but at least let me see you off to the lobby.”

Harrison hailed a taxi by the curb, ushered her in, and watched the car merge into the traffic before retracting his gaze

The light in his eyes extinguished in that moment.

Jocelyn kept saying she wouldn’t get back with Melvin. Maybe that was true, but it didn’t mean she didn’t love him anymore.

Like Hamson, who had agreed to be just friends. In reality, he wanted to use that status to get closer to her, to weave his life into hers.

Loving someone isn’t something you can turn off just because you say so. Some things are easy to let go of, some are hard

Jocelyn hadn’t noticed the intensity of the rain when she got out of the cab. But under the streetlight, it was clear how heavy it poured.

She hurried back to her apartment, shaking off the rainwater from her coat and arranging her hair quickly, then entered the elevator.

Watching the changing numbers of the elevator, she texted Harrison to let him know she was safe.

Harrison replied very soon, telling her to rest up

Jocelyn smiled and sent back a message wishing him the same.

Being friends with Harrison again felt really comfortable. Even still with another man in her heart, she could finally get rid of the guilt she once felt for Harrison

She admitted, Melvin was still in her heart. Indeed, she hadn’t let go of him, and even starting a new relationship couldn’t replace the space he occupied in her heart. She didn’t want to be unfair to Harrison.

As the elevator doors opened, her gaze lifted, and the smile on her lips froze instantly.

Melvin leaned against the corner, an aura of disarray clinging to him like a second skin. His eyes were shut gently, his long legs stretched out, and his clothes appeared heavy and sodden from the rain.

His leather shoes were stained with splashes of water and splotches of mud, a testament to the harsh weather he had braved. Mud also clung to the hem of his trousers.

His hair was a tousled mess, strands sticking out at odd angles, making him look like he had been through a whirlwind. Bruises mottled his face in shades of blue and purple, presenting an image of a once-dapper gentleman now fallen on hard times. To an outsider, he could have been mistaken for a man who’d been mugged and left with nowhere to turn.

Jocelyn’s heart ached for him. But at the same time, she was furious.

Who exactly was he trying to impress with this outlook?

Approaching him, she gave his shoe a light kick

Melvin’s eyes slowly flickered open. Upon seeing the woman’s indifferent expression, his heart sank. He swallowed hard, and when he spoke, a warm, abnormal heat rose from his throat, “You’re back.”

His voice was hoarse, a telltale sign of a cold setting in.

Jocelyn genuinely thought Melvin had a flair for the dramatic, always managing to transform himself into this unrecognizable state. With a feigned look of despise, she asked, “What are you doing here?”

1 just wanted to see if you’d come home tonight, Melvin replied, his gaze fixed on her, a subtle smile playing at the comers of his eyes His deep voice carried a hint of smugness, “Glad you didn’t stay over at his place.”