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.

assistant scurried behind her carrying her bags, Harrison expressed his

there’s no brawl, I can handle

Harrison’s worry, Jocelyn patted his shoulder. “Relax, she’s too concerned with her image to make a scene. Plus, Ursula’s here.

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

Willow might cling to

might be a good thing. It’d help me

found some logic

sure you’re

fine. Jocelyn affirmed. “Don’t worry, even if 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

to leave her alone, but he

going. Jocelyn urged, opening the car door for him.

door with his gaze lingering on Jocelyn. Suddenly, he

force of his hug, just smiled. ‘Don’t make it sound so final. It’s not like we won’t see each

husky, his arms tightening

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here for a month. If I left now. I’d disappoint the kids and break my

wishful

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

out

to the village earlier than he did, and that one step behind made

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softly agreed, understanding his

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

secretly hoped something would happen between Melvin and

you need anything,” Harrison reminded Jocelyn before

“Okay.”

he started the car and closed the door, his gaze still remained fixed on her.

stepped back and waved

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

back. “Let me know when

the roadside,

through the rear-view mirror, felt the urge to return

didn’t want her to be untrustworthy or force her into anything.

of sight was out of mind, he thought

no longer visible, then turned to walk back.

down. “Why didn’t you have him stay longer?

“I’m going to take a walk up

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 wooden stool yet feigning