The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

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Chapter 82
“Go and see him off,” Calvin said with a glance at Jocelyn.
After pondering for a moment, Jocelyn stood up and made her way to the stairs. However, halfway down, she stopped.
‘Til stop here. You go on,” Jocelyn said, her voice betraying her reluctance to encounter Melvin She couldn’t imagine what she
would say to him. It was like meeting an ex after a breakup. There was no way to stay cool and composed.
Preston seemed confused ‘Why? Don’t you miss him? It’s been ages since you two saw each other.”
“Just go Jocelyn replied. It’s impossible to share her inner turmoil with Preston, who was practically still a kid.
Seeing how adamant she was, Preston didn’t press further and went downstairs alone.
Leaning against the wall, Jocelyn listened and waited.
After a long while, she heard a car pull away. As the tension in her heart eased, a sense of emptiness washed over her
She went back home to prepare for the upcoming exams. Her workload wasn’t going to ease up anytime soon. It was only after
she sat down for a while that she grabbed her bag and hailed a cab back to her own apartment
As soon as the elevator doors opened, a familiar scent of cigarette smoke hit her nostrils.
She looked up and locked eyes with those deep, soulful eyes that she knew all too well.
Her heart skipped a beat
Melvin crushed his cigarette in the stand-up ashtray in the hallway and approached her, wrapping his arms gently around her
waist and resting his head on her shoulder. He seemed to let go of all his strength, seeking comfort in her presence.
Jocelyn wasn’t sure how to respond to his embrace, so she just let him hold her.
After a while, she felt the weight on her shoulder grow heavier, followed by the steady sound of his breathing.
Was he asleep?
How exhausted must he be?

Unable to stand still too long, Jocelyn softly called his name, “Melvin? There was no response, so she tapped his shoulder.
He murmured something, his voice low and hoarse, betraying his fatigue.
“Don’t sleep here, go home to bed, Jocelyn urged, helping him stand
As he opened his eyes, he leaned against the wall, and only at this close distance did she see how weary he looked. Dark circles
under his eyes, bloodshot scleras, and a stubbly chin.
Frowning, Jocelyn eventually opened the door.
Melvin went straight to the couch and collapsed, appearing utterly spent.
Jocelyn asked if he wanted a shower, but he was already asleep again.
What could have worn him out so much? He looked like the tired heroes from the old stories, drained by some enchantress

She let him be and went to the kitchen to cook some porridge for him, anticipating that he might want something warm when he
woke
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The porridge was ready, but Melvin was still sleeping. Jocelyn worked on her computer in the living room, leaving him to rest on
the
couch.
By the time she finished preparing the exam items, it was midnight. Stretching, she looked up to find Melvin watching her
Startled, she asked, “Hungry?”
“A bit, he replied.
Jocelyn got up, her legs numb. She leaned on the table for support as she made her way to the kitchen and served him a bowl of
porridge.
Melvin sat up and gulped it down.
“Want more?”

“No, that’s erlough.”
Not pressing further, Jocelyn cleaned up the bowl and put away her laptop and papers. The awkward silence hung heavy, and
she bit her Tp. You not heading back?
Melvin raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her question.
The ar tumed even more awkward.
Touching her nose and forcing a smile, Jocelyn added, “I’ve got a bit more work. You can rest if you need to
She wasn’t sure why things had become so strained. She had finished her work but right at the moment she didn’t want to share
a bedroom with him.
Melvin, now seeming more lively, fished a small handmade box from his pocket and handed it to Jocelyn.
She knew it was a gift, a gesture he made every time he came back from his travels.
Accepting the box without opening it, she placed it on the table. “It’s late. You should get some sleep.”
“Aren’t you curious? Jocelyn glanced at the box. It was a hand-made box, less opulent than his previous gifts, but looked special
“You don’t need to bring something every time. It’s too much,” she said, suspecting it contained jewelry, which she seldom wore.
“Too much for you?”
*Its excessive and inappropriate” she explained, guessing it was either a bracelet or earrings. She hardly wore earrings; the
holes had nearly closed up.
Melvin studied her. “What’s wrong with you?”
Jocelyn was taken aback but quickly smiled. “I’m fine
“Why the formality then?”

And there it was. She was being formal, not with him, but with herself.
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In that moment, Jocelyn seemed to be a person laden with heavy thoughts, while Melvin appeared blissfully unaware.
“Nothing You look tired. Go take a shower. I’ll finish up here and then head to bed,” she said, suddenly losing the will to explain
or argue. Every time she needed to express herself that she didn’t like the things he did, but he never took it to heart either.
He never took her words seriously
Acting obediently this time, Melvin headed to the bedroom for his clothes and then to the bathroom.
Jocelyn sat outside, unable to focus. The sound of the shower was clear, and involuntary images of his body invaded her
thoughts, stirring forbidden desires.
She despised herself for these thoughts.
It seemed that emotional and physical desires could be separate. Despite knowing about his ambiguous relationship with Willow,
it didn’t stop her from craving his touch
Thankfully, the thought was fleeting as her phone buzzed with a message from Ulla
[They’re back The guy didn’t stay with Willow. Digging up dirt on them will take some effort. But Willow is wild. It’s possible to
catch her off guard if we’re careful.]
At this moment, Jocelyn truly didn’t care anymore.
She replied: [It doesn’t matter now]
[Weren’t you eager to expose Willow before?]
Jocelyn was just about to text Ulla that they should stop contacting each other when Melvin appeared.
She quickly pocketed her phone, her expression cool and composed as she turned to look at him.
“Aren’t you in bed yet?” Melvin, using her pink towel to dry his hair, was decently dressed in pajamas.
“Just about to,” Jocelyn smiled.
Melvin stood there, not moving. Jocelyn knew he was waiting for her..

She got up, took her phone and went into the bedroom.
“Go take a shower,” Melvin urged
Jocelyn was aware that absence makes the hearts grow fonder. He’d made the effort to come see her, cleaned himself up and
lay in bed. Something was bound to happen tonight.
After all, physical intimacy often keeps the flame alive in adult relationships. Isn’t there a saying? Couples argue but make up by
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When she was showering, the thought of Willow in a sultry spaghetti strap nightgown sharing a room with him made Jocelyn feel
Mreasy
She could overlook his pre-marriage escapades. But post-marriage infidelity, even the possibility of it, made her stomach chur
Though she and Melvin weren’t exactly in a pre- or post-marriage situation, the principle was the same.
She couldn’t stomach a man who played the field.
Dragging her feet, she entered the bedroom to find him holding her phone with a serious look on his face.
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