The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 71

Jocelyn was on pins and needles the whole day without a peep from Melvin

Instead, the comments under that account were blowing up.

Only then did she notice the top comment was actually posted by Hamison

“Hey everyone, it’s Harrison here. Just to set the record straight, it was just a regular, casual get together, not an engagement like some of you are making it out to be. Let’s not jump to conclusions. Thanks!”

Jocelyn knew Harrison was looking out for her. That guy had a way of being thoughtful without making a fuss about it.

If it weren’t for the worry that Melvin might stir up trouble, she wouldn’t give a hoot about what others were gossiping about.

The bigger the hoopla, the more she fretted about Melvin getting ticked off

After a moment’s hesitation, she also chimed in with a comment under Harrison’s, “Just a friendly hangout. No need to fill in the blanks, haha. Your well-wishes aren’t doing any favors for me and my boyfnend’s harmony. If you wanna send good wishes, send them to me and my beau, alright? Thanks!”

She was scrambling to make amends

The last sentence was just to soothe Melvin.

But her reply didn’t do squat to calm the storm. Some troll started a beat, accusing her of playing the field, hopping from one boat to

the other.

Then came the photos. There she was in the city with Melvin at a hotel entrance, her neck covered in love bites.

The snapshot was taken at a tricky angle. Her face was clear as day, but Melvin’s was blurry. It still could be told he was not Harrison though.

Besides that photo, the troll dropped the bomb that Jocelyn was a middle school teacher.

The netizens went ballistic in a hot minute

One by one, they swarmed her comment section, slamming her for wild living style. She was said to be a disgrace to teachers

getting louder. What started as blessings for her and Hammson turned into a free-for-all on

cyber mob, which could

in the shoes of those who faced online witch hunts. In the past,

conscience was

she was still clear-conscience and all, but she couldn’t just brush

that her parents would get dragged

of gnevance, fear, anxiety, worry, and terror hit her all

a follow-up to a street interview had blown up into a

flying left and right. It didn’t take long before Jocelyn

about her looks

students in their teens and her good looks, any slight impropriety

studies.

hitting up the school’s official website and demanding to

saw the

the talk of the town, on par with internet celebs or

strings behind the

before clocking out, his face as stormy as the neighbors’

sighs, with those harsh

beat it back to her apartment before anyone could

topped getting out of the cab, mask

as if the heavens were about

and the weeping leaves seemed to resonate with her mood

earby nurden, drained

whipping around in the

on the other side of the city, and soybean like raindrops began to fall, spreading ripples at her feet and slowly drenching the

this time, no one was spying

to size her up even in the cab. She felt like someone was ready to spit out “shameless” at her

rain was relerVess, soaking her through and through But it was

no clue why she was suddenly the target of a cyber roast, or

more pitiful, as if she was the only one left in the world,

her face, she did

to stop, but she could still