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.

carrying her bags, Harrison expressed his concern for Jocelyn. “Can

“As long as there’s no brawl, I can handle everything.”

with her image to

not worried about a fight. It’s her and Melvin…” Harrison trailed

fear was that Willow might cling to

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

found some logic in

you’re okay?”

drama, she’ll have to keep her cool. It’s actually better if she’s here.

to leave her alone, but he had commitments

on, get going. Jocelyn urged, opening the

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

smiled. ‘Don’t make it sound so final. It’s not like we won’t see

home, Harmson’s voice was husky, his arms tightening around

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

wishful thought to

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

out

than he did, and that one step behind made Harrison feel like he had

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agreed, understanding

her Looking into her bright eyes, he yeamed to take her away from

would happen between Melvin and

you need anything,” Harrison reminded

“Okay.”

and closed the door,

stepped back and waved goodbye.

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

drive, Jocelyn smiled back. “Let me know when you get home.”

stood by the roadside, watching

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

be untrustworthy or force her into anything. With resolve,

was out of mind, he thought

the car was no longer visible, then turned

him stay longer? With that woman here, can

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

pretense. That woman’s eyes betrayed disdain for the rustic setting, unwilling to sit on a wooden