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.

off. Jocelyn crouched down to

she touched him, her hand snapped

was burning

panic creeping into her voice, afraid he might

stirred groggily, struggling to open his eyes. “Afraid I’d

detested his

you’d die 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?”

heavy, his mind foggy, but one clear

Jocelyn was speechless.

way he forced his eyes to stay on her, Jocelyn lost her clarity of thought.

on the couch, kicking off his shoes and awkwardly stripping off his jacket and sweater, eventually baring his chest. His breath was labored

he started to unbuckle his belt to remove his pants.

her impulsiveness. She should never have brought him inside on

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

tossed it over him, then

Chapter 134

with a

“Take the medicine*

squinted at her. “It’s not poison,

retorted sharply, “Dare

enough to take the medicine, his tongue accidentally-or perhaps not-grazing her palm. The sensation was like an

as if nothing had happened, reaching for the cup of

you have hands? Jocelyn was beyond exasperated.

lips, “Maybe your hand-feeding will help

shameless man.

water glass down on the coffee table. Take care of yourself,” she said, turning to retreat to her room

Even if it was a sick wolf, it was

grip weak She could have

his usual vitality, she felt a pang of pity

just couldn’t

with me,” he asked softly, his voice

hard. “Ill call your

“No, please.”

he pleading now?

was at her wit’s

have work tomorrow.

with you to your room. Melvin shamelessly capitalized on his cold to be

out her terms, “Letting you inside was the greatest kindness I could offer. If you overstep,

her hand, looking

at me in this way. I’m seeing someone. Your behavior is

though he didn’t let go entirely. His hand just hung loosely on her wrist, in a