The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 144

The anival of Willow in this sleepy little village had Jocelyn convinced the world had gone mad.

Draped in a pristine designer down jacket with flawless makeup, Willow was a stark contrast to the rustic surroundings.

The village chiel was unfamiliar with the faces of celebrities. He had just been informed via telephone that a star was visiting their village. Oblivious to who she was, he felt obliged to welcome her.

He had seen on TV how celebrities would visit rural areas and experience the simple life for a few days. In turn, they would promote local development.

The village chief thought it rather fortuitous that a star had taken an interest in their little village. Word would get out, and the exposure could only be beneficial.

When Willow caught sight of Jocelyn, the surprise was mutual. Willow hadn’t expected to find Jocelyn here, but she quickly pieced together why Melvin might have sought refuge in such backwoods retreat.

“Jocelyn, what a coincidence!” Willow greeted, masking the awkwardness with her tone.

The village head was baffled.

Jocelyn knew this celebrity?

Jocelyn merely nodded slightly, showing no interest in engaging further.

Willow’s gaze shifted between Jocelyn and Harrison, a knowing look in her eyes. “So you two lovebirds finally nested. Congratulations.” Despite being polite by nature, Jocelyn wanted nothing more than to drop all pretenses of civility where Willow was concerned.

Harrison, aware of Jocelyn’s distaste for the woman, chose to ignore her.

Willow’s face stiffened at the snub. She hastily changed the topic, adopting an air of delight as she spread her arms wide, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Ah, the air’s so fresh here. No wonder Melvin ran off to this place.”

The village head was taken aback. Another acquaintance of Mr. Martinez’s?

It seemed like everyone from the city knew each other.

To be precise, ever since Jocelyn and Ursula had arrived, the village had been buzzing with activities.

So, the catalyst was Jocelyn and Ursula?

No, it was primarily Jocelyn.

Willow flashed a smile at Uriah. “Sir, could you show me to Melvin, please?”

Uriah could hardly decline. Guests, especially celebrities, were to be treated with respect for the sake of the village’s future.

his concern for Jocelyn. “Can you handle her

there’s

Jocelyn patted his shoulder. “Relax, she’s too concerned with her image

worried about a fight. It’s her and Melvin…” Harrison trailed off, but Jocelyn understood

might cling to

the case, it might be a good thing. It’d help me move

and found some logic in

you’re okay?”

she does stir up some drama, she’ll have to keep her cool. It’s actually better if she’s here. She can take Melvin off my sight, and I’ll

to leave her alone, but he had

opening the car door for him. “Stop dawdling.”

at the car door with his gaze lingering on Jocelyn. Suddenly, he

it sound so final. It’s not

Harmson’s voice was husky, his arms

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a month. If I left now. I’d disappoint the kids and

a wishful thought to

me know,” Harrison said with a complaining look, “Don’t let me

out

village earlier than he did, and that one step behind made Harrison feel like he had missed out on

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agreed, understanding his

bright eyes, he yeamed to take her away from that other man forever. But could he take her heart

something would happen between Melvin and the star to help Jocelyn

Harrison reminded Jocelyn

“Okay.”

door, his gaze still remained

stepped back and

Harrison fired up the engine.

me know when you get

pulled away. Jocelyn stood by the roadside, watching until

rear-view mirror, felt

be untrustworthy or force her into anything. With resolve, he hit the gas and sped up.

sight was out of mind, he

there until the car was no longer visible, then turned

have him stay longer? With that woman here, can you really handle it

fine. She doesn’t bother me, Jocelyn was unfazed. “I’m going to take a walk up the mountain

couldn’t stand Willow’s pretense. That woman’s eyes betrayed disdain for the rustic setting, unwilling to sit on a wooden stool yet feigning approachability.