The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 134

If only Jocelyn had known it would come to this, she would’ve crashed at a hotel for the night, just to keep him from getting too smug

about it all.

“So, got anything else to say?” Jocelyn was now facing him with a newfound calm, no longer afraid of whatever chaos he might conjure

Melvin shook his head.

With that smail movement, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and he closed his eyes again, slowly sliding down against the

wall into a crouch

Jocelyn stepped back, startled. “Hey, cut the act, will you?”

She was sure he had played up his injuries in that scuffle with Harrison just for her sympathy. And now, putting on this show in front of her? It was getting old.

Sitting on the floor with labored breathing, Melvin muttered, “Don’t bother with me”

Jocelyn’s brows knitted together. Was he ever going to be tired of this retreat-as-advance tactic?

Seeing him sitting there with a furrowed brow and a pale face, she thought his act was becoming a bit too convincing. Defeated, she opened the door, really ignoring him this time, and firmly shut it behind her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t care. He was the one who told her not to.

Jocelyn felt completely justified, without a shred of sympathy. She took a shower, applied a face mask, and then settled on the couch to watch some TV

The window was open, letting in a gusty wind and the sound of heavy rain. She felt goosebumps on her skin with every draft. Closing the window, she glanced at the clock on the cabinet. It was half-past eleven.

By all accounts, she should have been getting ready for bed, but there was a nagging feeling of something left undone.

Unable to help herself, she peered through the peephole in the door. No one in sight, but there were his shoes.

Jocelyn’s frown deepened. Was he really just lying out there?

It was cold outside, and he was drenched. Even the healthiest body wouldn’t withstand such foolishness.

In the end, Jocelyn opened the door, ready for him to mock her concern.

Surprisingly, Melvin didn’t open his eyes to tease her.

“Hey, Melvin?” she called out, but there was no response.

Jocelyn crouched down to feel his forehead.

him, her hand snapped back.

was burning

into her

man stirred groggily, struggling to open his

detested his attitude.

right here, she snapped back, itching to kick him. “Are you going to the hospital, or should I call your sister to pick you up?”

closer? Melvin’s eyes were heavy, his mind foggy, but one clear thought

Jocelyn was speechless.

to stay on her, Jocelyn lost her clarity of thought. She dragged him into the house and dumped him on the sofa, gasping for

awkwardly stripping off his jacket and sweater, eventually baring his chest. His breath was labored and rapid.

unbuckle his belt to

inside on a whim. He had never treated this place as solely

discarded on the floor, he was down to just his underwear, seemingly the

fetched a blanket from her room and tossed it over him, then went to get

Chapter 134

to him with a

“Take the medicine*

squinted at her. “It’s not poison,

sharply, “Dare to

up enough to take the medicine, his tongue accidentally-or perhaps not-grazing her palm. The sensation was like an electric current surging through her body, making even her

as if nothing had happened, reaching for the cup of water she held.

Jocelyn was beyond exasperated.

lips, “Maybe your hand-feeding will help my fever drop

shameless

table. Take care of yourself,” she said, turning to retreat to

the house now. Even if it was a sick wolf, it was probably hoping not to leave.

hand, his grip weak She could have pulled

usual vitality,

beaten. She just couldn’t harden her

me,” he asked softly, his voice hoarse

“Ill call your

“No, please.”

he pleading now?

was at her wit’s end.

have work tomorrow.

come with you to your room. Melvin shamelessly capitalized

Jocelyn laid out her terms, “Letting you inside was the greatest kindness

held onto her hand, looking at

in this way. I’m seeing someone. Your behavior is putting me in an impossible

Melvin’s grip slackened, though he didn’t let go entirely. His hand just hung loosely on