The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 157

Zephyr helped Melvin into the elevator. Melvin leaned against the wall, his eyes alight with an unmistakable desire. When he caught sight of Jocelyn, a wave of emotion flickered across his gaze.

“Jocelyn, I’ll leave him in your capable hands. I’ve got some things to take care of” Zephyr said, dashing out just as the elevator doors began to close.

Jocelyn’s eyes widened in surprise. “You…”

Zephyr sprinted out and called back, “Jocelyn, don’t be scared.”

Jocelyn was speechless.

Now alone with Melvin in the confined space of the elevator, his restlessness seemed to grow. He gripped collar, and it looked like he wanted to rip it open.

Jocelyn frowned, wondering what had gotten into his head. Shouldn’t he be taken to a hospital?

The elevator doors opened. Melvin stumbled out. Jocelyn hesitated, but before she could decide, Melvin turned back, reached out, and pulled her after him.

She resisted, “I’m not your… Mmph…”

His cool lips silenced her protests, pressing her against the wall. His kiss was domineering, forceful, and full of conquering intent

an expression of unrestrained impulse.

In that moment, all Melvin could think about was having her.

Jocelyn pounded on his shoulders to no avail. He was too far gone, oblivious to her struggling.

It had been so long since they had been this close. Jocelyn’s mind was in turmoil, fearing she’d succumb to his intensity. What did that make her?

Melvin’s mind was disturbed, but he wasn’t senseless. He could feel her resistance and knew how unwilling she was. Her struggles only made him feel worse because she had never denied him before.

After a long moment, he rested his forehead against her shoulder and panted. His arms wrapped tightly around her. “I… feel awful.”

Jocelyn’s breaths came fast. Her lips were numb, and her brain momentarily starved of oxygen.

Her back pressed against the cold wall, and she found herself at a loss for words.

It was her fault. She couldn’t blame him entirely.

If she had really been determined, if she had ignored whatever Zephyr said, none of this would have happened.

was her

go to the hospital. Jocelyn said calmly and didn’t

hand over his heart. His breath was hot

of his shirt, her palm felt

to give you everything Melvin’s husky voice invaded her

heart raced erratically,

whispers captured her sensitivity completely.

approached her earlobe and kissed it gently. His voice was hoarse with pleading. “Don’t reject me, please.”

tugged at Jocelyn’s already wavering resolve. The shields she had built around her heart were so

him had never changed; her feelings for him couldn’t be retracted but only

planned and controlled, but not emotions, which are inherently chaotic.

she

remain indifferent, still harboring feelings for him.

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was a cycle of resistance

with passion. She would accept it, even if it was

slightly. His eyes brimmed

bobbed. “Yes, I will.”

she yearned for took her by surprise, filling her with delight and

onto each other’s lips. They tentatively closed the distance with a kiss. Like parched earth welcoming rain, they

sprouted from the once-barren branches, and the silent earth now speckled with fresh

as if they had witnessed something shy. They closed its eyes for a while,

scent of love. Each corner shadowed with the memory of

two people love each other, if both hold the other in their heart, persistence from one would easily

the one

next to Melvin, utterly exhausted, she found herself

already fallen asleep, probably due to the effect of the drugs.

his face gently and traced his features, his

breaking when Jocelyn finally

meant she could sleep soundly after the

sunlight streamed into the room, bathing her

a glass of water and some pills

heard Melvin’s voice from afar. It sounded like he was on the phone.

and proceeded to freshen up. By the time she returned, Melvin was waiting in

fully conscious. But Jocelyn felt an odd,

something you realize it shouldn’t have happened