The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 122

“Something felt off about what he said today, you know? And Harrison, do they even know each other? Maybe it’s just me overthinking, but they seemed to be at each other’s throats a bit.”

Jocelyn was terrified her mom would pick up on the little thing going on between her and Melvin. Thankfully, Melvin had always kept a respectful distance, especially in front of her parents. So hopefully they hadn’t noticed anything amiss.

‘No, not at all, Jocelyn said with feigned ease. “Maybe he just speaks from experience, that’s all.”

Daisy seemed relieved, “Well, that’s reasonable then.”

Jocelyn let out a sigh of relief when her mother didn’t press the matter further.

Calvin trudged upstairs, feeling a bit weary.

Locking the door behind him, he chuckled, “You know, Mr. Martinez is actually quite decent. Seems standoffish, but he’s got a warm heart.”

“Calvin, did you ever feel something’s not quite right? Daisy’s sensitivity suddenly spiked.

Jocelyn’s heart, which had just settled, leaped into her throat again. She had no idea what her mother might have figured out.

“What do you mean?” Calvin asked.

“Why is your boss so nice to you?” Daisy knitted her brows in thought. “Ive been mulling it over… He kept your job safe, gave you a promotion, raised your salary, and even brought us that expensive fruit basket, not to mention driving me home. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?”

Jocelyn’s tension was palpable. She barely dared to breathe.

“What’s so strange about that? He’s just a kind-hearted guy.”

“But why so kind-hearted to you only? You’re not one of those corporate big shots. You’re just a security team leader Why’s he treating you so special? It’s a bit abnormal,” Daisy insisted, still puzzled.

This left Calvin without an explanation.

He checked the time. Let’s not overthink this. If he wants to be nice, it’s not like I have anything he could possibly want.”

Daisy finally felt a bit more at ease at that. “True, we don’t have any family heirlooms or treasures for him to covet.”

“Exactly, so let’s hit the hay. Calvin said, glancing at his daughter, who looked downcast, probably mulling over Harrison. “Get some rest too, sweetie. Hamison said he’d try to transfer to work closer to us. You gotta admit, the guy’s got a great attitude.”

Jocelyn couldn’t very well tell them she wasn’t fretting over Harrison.

She just smiled faintly, “Yeah, you two should head off to bed now. I’m gonna get some rest too.”

you sure your injury’s okay? Daisy was still concerned. “It’s on your

won’t,” Jocelyn brushed it off. “You guys

Daisy frowned, “Such a grown-up

changed for bed, and Calvin

“What’s that?”

she’d drop her at the station. Later, I saw Mr. Martinez’s car in our neighbourhood. He wouldn’t just come by with no relatives of his here Why was his car parked under

confused, “What are you getting at?

could be

picture

possibility, everything seemed to suggest Melvin’s kindness was all for Jocelyn. That was the only explanation that

and Calvin shook his head, “No, it can’t be. Forget it. Whatever his reasons,

fret over it anymore

sore, her hand much better. She came out and found Daisy had prepared

her day off.”

If so, take

Jocelyn

are coming up. I can’t afford to miss any more cleaver

then lately.”

head.

Harrison call you

he texted. Got

‘Being with Harrison is

into her sandwich, her dreams last night filled with Melvin-intimate moments and him pleading with her not to go.

she woke

she’d keep dreaming of him, how she could

to be with him was the smart choice. But was she the smart

feelings were a tangled

with Hamson in a moment of impulse, but feeling Melvin in her heart seemed

school. She wore a face mask and no longer needed bandages on her

especially after Melvin said he’d arrange

was found. Preston could

still here?” Jocelyn asked

in my uncle’s head? He was out all day yesterday, came back looking sour. When I asked about the transfer,

what was Melvin playing at?

bet he’s not transferring me because he can’t let go of you.” Preston

thoughts lingered on the idea that Melvin

If you go along with his temper, he’ll comply