The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 117

“Senately, how did you get here so fast? There’s no way you could have caught the earliest flight,” Jocelyn mused with a blend of

bally and disbelief.

Sitting beside her, Harrison took her hand gently in his own, examining it with care. “I drove here,” he stated simply.

‘Drove?” Jocelyn’s voice pitched with shock. That didn’t make sense either. They were over a thousand miles away. Even if he had left the moment they hung up last night, that would barely be thirteen hours

Yep. A buddy of mine had some business out this way, so we hit the road together.” Harrison’s tone was casual, but his concern was palpable as he unwrapped the bandage from her hand. “What matters is that I’m here now with you.”

As she met his worried gaze, a wave of guilt washed over Jocelyn. “I’m really okay,” she insisted.

“No matter how okay you say you are, I’m not,” Harrison said softly, his fingers lightly pressing hers. “If we were together, I’d make damn. sure you never got hurt.”

Jocelyn’s lips pursed, and she looked down, unsure of what to say.

“What do you feel like eating?” Harrison changed the subject. “You can’t cook with that hand.”

“Surprise me.”

He rose to his feet. “Let’s see what we’ve got in the fridge.”

“You can cook?”

“The basics at least Harrison strode into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Looks like we’ve got options. Give me a sec, I’ll make something simple.

“Okay”

Jocelyn watched him roll up his sleeves and move around the kitchen with surprising ease. He seemed so cultured and refined, yet here he was, cooking. He was quite the catch.

Her thoughts drifted to Melvin.

In over three years together, Melvin had never cooked a meal for her.

What was she holding onto?

Harrison put together a simple yet comforting meal: baked chicken, sautéed green beans, a crisp Caesar salad, and even managed to toast up some garlic bread. It wasn’t elaborate, but it was made with care.

Food ready, he set the table, and Jocelyn got up to help.

“Don’t you move a muscle, Harrison said with a smile, and once again scooped her up, placing her gently on the dining chair.

embarrassment being carried back and forth, still adjusting

homemade chicken noodle soup into a bowl. “Wish I had time to make

Jocelyn from the inside out “You

graced Harrison’s lips. “Wait till you get

offered genuine praise,

through the meal, Harrison’s phone rang. He took the call right there, without

over. Yeah, the fine is mine to pay. Alright, catch you later. Dinner’s on me when I’m

couldn’t be contained. “What

“It’s nothing.”

were speeding, weren’t you?” It was the only way he could have made it in time, she figured. And he hadn’t stopped to rest, either. Busted, Harrison nodded in admission.

furrowed

thed to deflect, ‘Eat up. You can scold or lecture me all you want

way to see her, cooked for her, and it had already happened. She didn’t want

mood

more work this

uhad

first,”

I wanted to make sure

let me get in the way

in the way. You are the work.”

Jocelyn avoided his intense

and loving, then

such an eamest look,

cared for with such tenderness. Watching Harrison

run out and buy some groceries, Harrison said as he placed a glass of water on the coffee table for

“Okay.”

down and scrolled

sight of him bathed in the gentle sunlight filtering into the room, looking both warm and

huh? Harrison caught her staring after he

away, flustered. “Did you book your return flight yet?” she

get to it later”

are no seats left?”

be His gaze was intense “If not, I’ll just stay”

fidgeting with her hands.

have things to do.”

can wait. But you can’t

Was

nothings sounded like poetry

to the girlfriend title? Or