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

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

first time, Jocelyn felt the full brunt of a cyber mob, which could crush a soul all

to wonder how she’d handle being in the shoes of those who faced online witch hunts. In the

was

now, faced with the real deal, she was still clear-conscience and all, but she couldn’t just brush

She worried that her parents would get dragged

worry, and terror hit her all at once, overwhelming her like an unbreakable

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

flying left and right. It

snide remarks about her looks being too sultry for

impropriety or intention to go lowbrow will lose

studies.

up the school’s official website

the uproar coming

imagined she’d become the talk of the town, on par with internet

strings behind

worse, Calvin headed home before clocking

sighs, with those harsh words stabbing her

not wanting to drag her parents down, beat it back to her apartment before anyone could

topped getting out of the cab, mask on

bright skies were how grim as if the heavens

thunder, and the weeping leaves seemed to resonate with her

earby nurden, drained

her phone, her hair whipping around

sky on the other side of the city, and soybean like raindrops

was spying on her, right?

the side-eye, and the driver seemed to size her up even in the cab. She felt like someone

and through But it was the only

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

even more pitiful, as if she was the only one left in the world, or as if the world had cast

Covering her face, she did not

seemned to stop, but she