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

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

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

fight. It’s her and Melvin…”

fear was that Willow might cling to Melvin, making things uncomfortable for

it might be a

point and found some logic in it.

you’re

her cool. It’s actually better if she’s here. She can take Melvin off my sight,

alone, but he had

opening the car door

lingered at the car door with his gaze lingering on Jocelyn. Suddenly, he released the door and pulled her into

it sound so final. It’s not like we won’t see

home, Harmson’s voice was husky, his arms

Chapter 144

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

wishful thought to whisk

time you do a volunteer teaching stint, let me know,” Harrison said with a complaining look, “Don’t let me

out

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

ཧ ྋག ཇ

agreed, understanding his concern.

take her away

secretly hoped something would happen between Melvin and the star to help Jocelyn move

me if you need anything,” Harrison reminded Jocelyn

“Okay.”

car and closed the door, his gaze still remained

stepped back and waved goodbye.

deep breath, Harrison fired up

back. “Let me know when you get home.”

the roadside, watching until it

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

into anything.

out of mind, he

car was no longer visible, then turned to

stay longer? With that woman here,

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

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