The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 87

Joenlyn muttered up all her courage, her hand poised to knock on the door, when a voice from behind called out her name.

She turned and gaw Willow striding toward her dressed to the nines in designer chic

1 thought my eyes were playing tacks on me. It really is you.” Willow took off her sunglasses, her cheeks flushed with health and eyes sparkling with life. You’re not here to see Melvin, are you?”

Ast laying eyes on Willow made Jocelyn struggle to keep her emotions in check, but she remembered why she was here and knew that picking a figh, now wouldn’t do her any favors.

All she wanted was to get through this encounter and go home

Cut the act, you’re over. Stop parading around him to make a statement Willow said, eyeing Jocelyn’s modest attire that still couldn’t hide het natural grace.

Truth be told. Willow was green with envy over Jocelyn’s look.

“I need to talk to him, Jocelyn replied coolly

“What could you possibly need to talk about?” Willow scoffed with disdain. “Don’t you know that a good ex should be like the dead, and not pop up now and then like some ghoul?”

Jocelyn took a deep breath meeting Willows superior sneer with an indifferent gaze “I remember Willow was Melvin’s first love, right? So. are you the ghoul you’re talking about?”

“You “Willows face tumed a shade of stormy gray as she glared. “You’ve got quite the sharp tongue!”

“I could take all the things you’ve done to me on the chin. But let’s be frank, I grew bored of Melvin a long time ago. Your little drama only shows how desperate you are to cling to his coattails. You should be grateful for my leaving. If you want to deal with such a high-maintenance man, he’s all yours, Jocelyn didn’t want to settle scores with Willow, but she had been suffocating under that grudge for too long.

Willow, infuriated clenched her fists, teeth gritted, “Hmph, sounds like sour grapes to me.”

“You’re wrong I’ve had my fill, so it doesn’t bother me. Jocelyn watched her get worked up with a touch of pleasure. “What you have now is just my leftovers”

“Is that so?” The door behind them suddenly swung open A cool, deep male voice cut through the tension.

Jocelyn’s body tensed in an instant, realizing all too well how inappropriate her words were for this place, yet she had said them

anyway

herself she

had never feared Melvin overhearing her, but now that she actually heard

side, grabbing his arm. Her

could still be friends How can she

to admire Willows act. She’s not a trained actress, but her performance

racing to

uncontrollably. She had gravely underestimated her

had feelings for him, which were not something

of hatred in his eyes,

felt a chill run down her spine, her

said Melvin, coldly brushing Willow’s hand

“And

me. What do you think?” There was no

by Melvin’s demeanor. She

was a mistake. No good could come

Preston’s teacher. You need to consider that.” Willow said, playing the role

subtly manipulating Melvin.

as

to stick around and quickly went

“I’m here today in the hope that you’ll consider the proposal of sponsoring our school. If you could lend a hand, I’m sure the students who graduate will be eternally grateful, and your legacy will

dangerous

the eloquent literature teacher, aren’t you?” he mocked. “I dare not dream of gratitude. After all, I’ve experienced firsthand the tale of the Farmer and the

and she desperately wanted

satisfaction now could mean a lifetime of regret

disarray. She knew she wasn’t at fault, yet she couldn’t meet his eyes, “Mr. Martinez, I won’t take up more of your

so? I haven’t given my answer yet. Then how should you report back to

took a deep breath, “Whether you agree or not is up to you. No one can force

your dealings?” Melvin’s eyes bore into her. “Don’t