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?

sister’s hitched and her kids are already growing like

at him. He

bit.” Melvin had already steered

cool, just drop me off at the corner and I’ll hail a cab,” Jocelyn said, not wanting to

didn’t stop the car. “Won’t take long. Just hang

didn’t feel like arguing

the company’s open-air lot, parked, and Melvin got on the phone without getting out

in a security uniform. With hands full of bags, he used his

enough, Willow showed up.

was dolled up in designer duds In a cocky manner,

her assistant, the 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.

words lost on the wind, but their

were staring at the company entrance, and the sneer on their lips was obviously directed at

her blood boiling in an instant, her fists

staring daggers somewhere off to the side. He followed her gaze

through a bag

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plastered on a smile and went over to open their car door for

came to the end of her patience. But she couldn’t blow her

her dad the runaround or not, he had taken the job. If she stormed out now, it would only embarrass him.

which was about to choke her, “Is

got out of the car

minivan.

it must’ve seen him coming because the door

all meek and respectful, and her heart twisted

security

some, it’s like you’re a second-class citizen, and there are those who’ll trash-talk you behind your back, trampling the

lending a hand when folks were laden with stuff seemed only natural. To do a favor like that was due

with Willow was different; it felt like she was deliberately treating her father as a plaything.

she gave clued her that it

Willow knew he

didn’t she bother the assistant? Why would she ask a man in his fifties, nearly at the age of retirement, to

and out?

needed help, no big deal. But

to see her father at Willow’s beck and call, nor to see him treading on eggshells with a forced grin.

Willow with a cold stare, “What do you think