The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 63

People were inherently selfish. It might be a bit harsh to generalize, but Jocelyn knew all too well that she was pretty much cut from that cloth.

She wanted to be her hubby’s everything.

She’s even thought that if she kicked the bucket, she’d want her hubby to tag along for the ride.

That’s gotta be some kind of sickness.

On some issues, she was a bit of a fanatic, too.

Melvin just shrugged it off and said, “Are there really guys like that in this world?”

Jocelyn cocked her head and eyed him, “Given our current relationship, if your mom and I fell into the river at the same time, who would you save first?”

The second the words left her lips, you could practically see his face lose all color.

“No ‘ifs’.”

Jocelyn frowned, “Can’t you just play along and give me an answer?”

“My mom’s passed away.

Jocelyn’s breath hitched, and she blurted out reflexively, I’m sorry.”

She genuinely didn’t know squat about Melvin’s family affairs; he never mentioned his parents, and she just assumed they were both hale and hearty considering he’s still a young buck.

Melvin clammed up.

Jocelyn just sat there in silence and said no more as well.

A million questions swirled in her head, but she didn’t dare to voice a single one.

Ever since she popped that question, she could feel him wrapped up in darkness, the kind where there’s no way to find your way

out.

Suddenly, a thought zipped through her mind. Could his aversion to getting married have something to do with his family? Was it because of his mother?

her kids are

another glance at him. He was

the office for a bit.” Melvin had

just drop me off at the corner and I’ll hail a cab,” Jocelyn said,

the car. “Won’t take long. Just

didn’t feel like arguing

into the company’s open-air lot, parked, and Melvin got

her dad, alvin, at the main entrance, decked out in a security uniform. With hands full of bags, he used

Willow

dolled up in designer duds In a cocky manner, she looked down her nose at Calvin with sheer contempt.

assistant relayed to Calvin Calvin hurriedly turned around and was to head away when he was called back again; as he listened to the assistant, he nodded and smiled. Then he scurried to load stuff into a minivan parked out front. After stowing the gear, he dashed back

words lost on the wind, but their

sneer

her blood boiling in an instant, her fists

his call, he saw Jocelyn staring daggers somewhere off to the side. He followed her

a bag and said

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for a second, Calvin soon plastered on a smile and went over to open their

her patience. But she couldn’t blow her

had taken the job. If she stormed out now, it would only embarrass him.

anger which was about to choke her, “Is this what a security chief’s

furrowed his brow. Without answering her, he just got out of the car and slammed the door, striding towards the still-Idle

minivan.

folks inside it must’ve seen him coming because the door swung open again.

front of Melvin, all meek and respectful,

being a security guard was

those who’ll trash-talk you behind your back, trampling the profession all over.

jotting down license plates, doing rounds, or lending a hand when folks were laden with stuff seemed only natural. To do a favor like that was due to basic human

with Willow was different; it felt like she was deliberately treating her

gave clued her

sure. Willow knew he was

bother the assistant? Why would she ask a man in his fifties,

and out?

no big deal. But it was

beck and call, nor to see him treading on

moment, Melvin fixed Willow with a cold stare, “What do