The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 51

Jocelyn was half asleep when the buzzing of her phone vibrating freaked her out a bit.

She reached for her phone and answered groggily, “Hello?”

“Sleeping like a log?” The voice on the other end had a slightly creepy vibe.

Jocelyn frowned, “Who’s this?”

There was no answer.

Something felt off to Jocelyn, and she forced her eyes open to squint at the screen. Seeing that number sent a jolt through her, and instantly she was almost awake.

“What do you want?” she said, still with her eyes closed, but her brain was now in full gear.

A call in the dead of night? This dude was up to no good.

Melvin said, “I’m giving you ten minutes. Get to the hospital now.”

“I’m not sick. Why the heck would I go to the hospital? No way.

Jocelyn! Melvin was getting ticked off.

Jocelyn snorted, Yelling won’t help. What? Expecting me to come and catch you and Willow getting all lovey–dovey? That would be the real sickness.

Melvin was seething.

Why won’t this woman get a clue? She used to care so much about him hanging out with Willow, and now she couldn’t care less that he and Willow were at the hospital in the middle of the night?

“Aren’t you supposed to get a little jealous, you know, like a girlfriend? Melvin was thankful he was young and healthy, otherwise she’d have given him an aneurysm by now.

Jocelyn’s eyes snapped open again, shimmering with light.

She pursed her lips, got the hint from his words, cleared her throat, and sounded a bit more normal, “Girlfriend?”

“I’ll give you one more chance. Ten minutes. Now. Immediately!” With that, Melvin hung up.

Jocelyn looked at the phone screen and chuckled.

of night–less crowded, less chaos. Jocelyn, all perked up, headed to the ward and knocked on the door.

was Melvin who

but Melvin glared at her, annoyed at how slow she

Willow came from

and fruit, which was pretty thoughtful considering the time, bumped shoulders with Melvin and walked in,

shifted to Melvin, standing behind Jocelyn,

to embarrass her and add to her

this late, Willow said, maintaining her politeness

the table, “I was planning to visit you when the

I come now. Sorry if I disturbed your rest.”

was up to; he just didn’t want to

go back,” Willow said, “It’s enough that Melvin is here.”

to admire Willow’s persistence, even in this state, she still

didn’t beat around the bush, “Alright, rest up. I’m heading out

“Mhm.”

Melvin chimed in, “I’ll take you

good care of Willow. She’s pretty pitiful all alone here,” Jocelyn was the picture of magnanimity, “I’ll just grab a

I’m

the

most worries were self–made, especially in relationships. The more she cared, the harder it

tied down anymore, and

staring into his brooding eyes with a gentle smile, the picture of

was turning him down.

and he dragged her out of the room, slamming

he really not want to be

stairwell. The lights flicked on because of their presence,

her against the wall,

Jocelyn was exasperated, “Isn’t giving you some space

if he wasn’t home or was out, she’d always

and she was still cool as a cucumber at home.

that, generously handing him over to Willow like passing on a toy. Did she really get sharing on such a deep

he was suddenly bringing this up, “I mean, I can’t exactly keep tabs on

crap,” Melvin’s grip tightened on her waist, and he growled, “Keep a close eye on YOUR

“What’s so