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

admitted to herself she was

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

to Melvin’s side, grabbing his arm. Her eyes

that after everything you two had,” Willow’s voice trembled. “Even if you broke up, you could still be friends How can she refer to you as if you’re some kind of disposable trash, tossed away without a second thought?”

She’s not a trained actress, but her performance

heart racing to

her heart pound uncontrollably. She

for him, which were not something

Jocelyn with a kind of hatred in his eyes, the kind

run down her spine, her

Melvin, coldly

“And

and cursed me. What do you think?” There was no

demeanor. She felt Jocelyn was

a mistake. No

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

subtly manipulating Melvin.

his aura as chilling as ice in

not to stick around

consider the proposal of sponsoring our school. If you could lend a hand, I’m sure the students who graduate will

dangerous aura slowly enveloping

firsthand the tale of the

frayed, and she desperately wanted to flee.

satisfaction now could mean

She knew she wasn’t at fault, yet she couldn’t

Then how should you report back to the principal?” Melvin’s voice, dripping with sarcasm, trapped

or not is up to you. No one can

such an attitude, would he think you’re too casual in your dealings?” Melvin’s eyes