The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 8

Monday.

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First thing in the morning. Jocelyn pounced on Preston at the classroom door, demanding his written reflection.

Truth be told, she felt awkward around Preston.

With Melvin crashing at her place these past few days, he hadn’t lifted a finger to look after his nephew.

Melvin’s justification was, “The kid’s big enough to fend for himself. He won’t starve

What would Preston’s folks think if they knew they’d entrusted their son to such an unreliable dude? Would they be kicking themselves?

Preston fished a piece of paper from his backpack and handed it to her, all casual like, and quipped, “When’s my uncle heading home?”

Jocelyn felt a lump in her throat her gaze fluttered in confusion.

Trying to appear calm, she fiddled with the textbooks in her hands. “Why don’t you call him and ask?”

“Hmph, if I could get that out of him, would I be asking you? Preston gave her a sidelong glance, his backpack twisted in his grip. Didn’t you say you had a boyfriend? Are you playing the field now, or is this some secret love affair?

Jocelyn almost choked.

Raising an eyebrow, Preston teased, “You’re not planning to become my auntie, are you?”

Turning her head and covering her mouth, Jocelyn took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

Forget about it. Dream on, but don’t get your hopes up, he said before strutting into the classroom.

Jocelyn felt a chill run down her spine.

Maybe before, Melvin’s reluctance to tie the knot was just a passing thought. But now, Preston’s words seemed to confirm that Melvin wasn’t just temporarily against marriage; he’d planted this idea long ago and was dead set on it. unlikely to change his mind.

Back in the office, Jocelyn saw several students from the class next door standing with their heads down in front of their teacher, Freya’s desk

“What’s up with them? Jocelyn asked casually.

Freya glanced at the students. “Caught them using their phones during class

Jocelyn chuckled. “What’s so fascinating that even your class monitor risked getting caught by you to sneak a peek?”

Freya passed her phone to Jocelyn “Some starlet who hit the big time the moment she debuted.”

glued to the TV for that

too.”

hotshot director’s got his eye on her for a

know all

of her “They spilled

let out a laugh.

on the students in your own class, Freya wamed her

didn’t dive straight into teaching

dols, and naturally, the conversation turned to the nation’s

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the mention of her name, the

usually couldn’t care less

“I know

you

beauty. I’m a fan too,” Jocelyn said. “I’ve checked, and she’s due back at the beginning of next month. If you guys can top the

erupted

smile brightened even more.

slumped onto the desk, muttering under his breath,

she spotted Preston lounging on the

up as soon as

haven’t you gone home yet, Preston?”

he couldn’t stand straight, his hair almost covering his eyes, complained, “I’m sick of takeout. Can

frowned slightly. “Are you planning to head over to

already taken in my uncle; what’s one

Jocelyn was speechless.

forgotten he was Melvin’s

uncle, only

eat and won’t be any bother,” Preston said with a look of distaste.

refuse, given that Melvin was

the awkward silence, Jocelyn asked, “How come

unreliable too? Preston countered.

swore she meant

“How long have you been with him? I’ve never heard him mention having

jab to her.

Jocelyn felt suffocated.

closed doors with Melvin, their relationship, intimate as it got, was still one that

physical solace, devoid of love.

in the living room on his laptop. His brows knitted

the place, then back at the casually poised man, “The teacher couldn’t bear to watch a student go home all alone, so