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.

her carrying her bags, Harrison expressed his concern for Jocelyn. “Can you handle her on your own?”

“As long as there’s no brawl, I can

she’s too concerned with her image to make a scene. Plus, Ursula’s here. She’s

a fight. It’s her and Melvin…” Harrison

was that Willow might cling to Melvin,

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

her point and found some logic

sure you’re

cool. It’s

but he had commitments back home

the car

car door with his gaze lingering on Jocelyn.

the force of his hug, just smiled. ‘Don’t make it sound so

take you home, Harmson’s voice was husky,

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“I have to stay here for a month. If I left now. I’d disappoint

knew it was just a wishful thought to

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

out

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

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agreed, understanding

take her away from that other man forever. But could he take

pettiness, Harrison secretly hoped something would happen between Melvin and the star

if you need anything,” Harrison reminded

“Okay.”

closed the door, his gaze still remained

and waved goodbye.

breath, Harrison fired up the engine. “I’m

me know when you get home.”

stood by the roadside, watching until it disappeared from view.

rear-view mirror, felt the urge to return for her growing stronger.

want her to be untrustworthy or force her into

out of mind, he thought

the car was no longer visible, then turned to walk back.

didn’t you have him stay longer? With that woman here, can you really handle it

me, Jocelyn was unfazed. “I’m going to take a walk up the

that to avoid them or to give them a chance?” Ursula couldn’t stand Willow’s pretense. That woman’s eyes betrayed disdain for the rustic setting, unwilling to sit on a