The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 113

Jocelyn had convinced herself that Melvin had finally come to his senses.

So wheri Yasmine came here looking for Melvin, Jocelyn was quite at ease, thinking that even if they could never be lovers, they could still remain friends.

Yasmine had expected Melvin to look all lost and forlorn, but as they were leaving, Melvin paused, turned back, and flashed Jocelyn a wicked smile. “Your words are sweet, Jocelyn. They make sense But…” He Jabbed at his chest, “Unless you rip my heart out of me, I’m not letting you play house with that other guy. So, forget about getting over me.”

Jocelyn’s newly found peace crumbled instantly.

Melvin’s smile vanished as he headed out

Yasmine was shaken by Melvin’s words and his expression. She quickly turned to Jocelyn who was stunned and said, “Get some rest, and don’t mind his nonsense,” before helping her shut the door

Inside the elevator, Yasmine was about to curse Melvin for being a jerk when she saw a tear slide down from the corner of his eye.

She frowned, remembering the last time he had called her, choked with emotion, but this was the first time she had seen him cry.

The harsh words she had intended to say never came out. Instead, she took a deep breath and patted her shoulder “Need a shoulder to cry on?”

Melvin lifted his head proudly, too stubborn to show weakness.

Yasmine chuckled, “Why do you even bother? You had her and didn’t cherish those moments. Now that she’s made up her mind to leave you, you suddenly realize what you’ve lost, huh?”

“No,” Melvin denied, his voice firm, though his heart said otherwise

Yasmine watched the elevator numbers change, her expression growing serious

“Men are too confident sometimes,” she mused. “Always thinking women will never walk away. But when a woman decides to cut ties, she really can leave everything behind.”

Melvin turned away, his eyes cold. He looked at his hand, where a fading bite mark was a bitter reminder of what he had lost.

She was really gone.

Jocelyn spent a month on edge, waiting for Melvin’s retaliation that never came. Her days started to look normal again.

Preston in class, her thoughts would uncontrollably

He’d call or video chat daily, wish her goodnight, ask what she had for dinner, and remind her to

warm.

felt

would spin out of control. Memories clung to her, pulling at the threads of

some images weren’t tied to objects-they were ingrained in her

thoughts, no change made a difference.

begun renovations, but Melvin hadn’t shown

with news about Willow, but none of it

had vanished, along with the likes on the engagement news and the advertisement suggesting a romance between Willow and the

the whole affair between Willow and the jeweler had been a dream that had

Willow was asked about her love life, which was really just prying into

“I’ll share any

haven’t we seen any photos

fond of

diske your profession?”

If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have had me represent his

fring

“Are you all hoping

that Willow was living together with her first love, the

felt uncomfortable reading the trending topics on Twitter,

as Jocelyn left school to have dinner with her parents,

*Jocelyn!”

bore a resemblance

uncle’s arranging for me to transfer

now might be tough, but if you play your cards right, you’ll ace them

subtle shifts in her expression “Is it because of my uncle that you don’t want to keep me around?”

decision’s made, sticking around only adds to your troubles. It’s up to you. If you don’t want to transfer, just talk to your parents. But parents usually aim for

“You really don’t want to keep me around because of

there was a sliver of truth in

she encouraged with a smile. “Good luck.”