The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 5

Melvin’s expression darkened. He was no longer as arrogant as he was a second ago.

Jocelyn let out a sigh of relief, took a deep breath, and flashed her trademark smile, “Anything else I can help with you?”

Melvin’s eyes narrowed slightly, his lips parted slightly, “Nice one.”

Jocelyn managed to tick off Melvin.

Suddenly, she realized that Melvin seemed to get easily ruffled by her, which she hadn’t noticed before

Maybe she hadn’t been so ‘rebellious’ before

Jocelyn had kept an eye on Preston, after all, he was her ex’s nephew, so it was natural to pay a bit more attention.

She noticed that Preston didn’t have his heart in studying, he’d just crash and sleep as soon as class started. He wasn’t chummy with classmates, and when they reached out to him, he’d snub them with his nose in the air

Just like his uncle, full of himself.

Jocelyn planned to have a serious chat with him in a couple of days.

On Friday after school, while Jocelyn was still in her office, a teacher came running, Jocelyn, that new student in your class got into a fight off campus.

Preston had dislocated someone’s jaw and left him black and blue all over.

After sending the injured student to the hospital, Jocelyn told Preston to call Melvin. Preston did call, but no answer

Annoyed, Jocelyn dialed the number that didn’t need saving in her phone. Because she had already committed this number to her heart

Amid a noisy background, Jocelyn frowned, “Mr. Martinez…

“Who is this?” came a deep, magnetic voice laced with a hint of unfamiliarity.

Hearing the noise on the other end, Jocelyn simply hung up

She advanced the medical expenses, explained things to the injured student’s parents, then took Preston to look for Melvin.

Pushing open the doors to the private room, they were met with a haze of smoke, a scene of decadent indulgence that was not for innocent eyes.

Jocelyn had Preston wait outside, not wanting him to see anything that might scar a kid.

Everyone paused to stare at Jocelyn as she entered, with only the sound system still playing music.

After a quick scan of the room, she spotted Melvin in a dark corner.

His smoking intensified the glow of the fire, his sharp features appearing even more striking in the dim light.

Flicking ash, he ordered the lights on. His piercing, almond-shaped eyes assessed the room. “Who called for her?”

Everyone looked at each other, clueless. The bolder ones thought of stepping in but were quickly held back and whispered a warning, “That’s Melvin’s woman. Don’t mess around”

Hearing this, they promptly sat down.

Jocelyn was unfazed by Melvin’s attitude, and walked up to him. “Preston sent someone to the hospital with his fiste Don’t you think you should, as a quandian, go check it out?”

a cold look. How

frustrated. As a teacher, she couldn’t stand parents who acted like they owned

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not about the money right now; it’s about after Preston sending someone to the hospital, shouldn’t you,

to keep her cool, not wanting to be seen as a teacher lacking

a flashy-dressed guy, ‘Zephyr, get them

the onlookers were shooed away, and

and looked at her sideways, “If it’s something that could’ve been said

“What?”

end, if

had never seen such a brazen attitude from him. She could barely hold back her anger, “You’re Preston’s guardian. He’s been fighting at school and sending someone to the hospital. Shouldn’t you go check it

in such a hurry; are you sure it wasn’t just to see me? Melvin flicked

was talking to a brick wall; coming to him was a mistake, a waste of

with his jacket, glanced at Preston with a bruised face, “Sending someone to the hospital isn’t

walked ahead. She never

these issues had never come up, because they never got to

his way

like a puppy trailing a big dog, and Jocelyn

who was still heading

“I’m hailing

see my car?”

glanced over, continued walking, and gestured for

help but laugh.

“Better sweet-talk her, or

look, then approached Jocelyn,

tried to shake free, but he held

determined, “Come with

keep this up, I’m going to call

the cops over a little tug? Why didn’t you call them when I had you pinned

breath, her heart

loss for words, but in front of him,

Melvin pulled her to the car.

glared at him, refusing to get in

eyebrow, leaning close to whisper in her ear, “Jocelyn, you don’t want to get kissed in front of

face blazed hotly, glaring at him fiercely

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the car like he was watching a soap

Jocelyn reluctantly got into the passenger seat.

coolly, his assertive tone clear

Jocelyn fastened her seat

door, and then

Melvin asked Preston

lip with a

Jocelyn frowned.

lit a cigarette with the other,

lips, her pretty face not exactly

ground if someone provokes me. If someone slaps me,

also told you, don’t throw hands if you can’t handle the heat, and if you do. clean up your mess. Don’t make others wipe your

on

teach a child? Jocelyn was incredulous