The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

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Chapter 118
Hamson blocked Jocelyn’s view as he stood at the door. When he remained silent, she inquired, “Delivery guy?”
Nope” Harrison’s tone was even as he spoke to the person outside, “Wanna come in for a bit?”
Melvin never expected that overnight, there would be another man in the picture.
And not just any man, but one who seemed to own the place
Out of the come of his eye, he caught sight of the pink slippers on Harrison’s feet clearly not his size, yet there they were.
If he was wearing her stuff, things must have been moving faster than Melvin thought.
“Sure,” Melvin didn’t hesitate, holding something in his hand as he stepped inside.
Jocelyn had been curious about whom Hamson was talking to, but her brain short-circuited when she saw Melvin walk in.
Her pupils dilated, her heart nearly leaping from her chest.
Melvin’s gaze was predatory as he stared at Jocelyn He walked in with his shoes on, set his stuff on the table, and sat down
directly across from her.
“Want something to drink? Hamson played the gracious host to Melvin.
Melvin cracked a smile, “Don’t trouble yourself. I’ll help myself. I know this place better than you.”
Jocelyn wished the earth would swallow her whole. She never expected such a chaotic situation.
And why was Melvin here again?
Harrison showed no sign of discomfort, he sat down next to Jocelyn, not hugging or holding her, just pulling out medication from
a drawer and placing Jocelyn’s hand on his thigh. “I’ll rebandage this for you.”
Jocelyn was stiff all over. Her hand felt like wood, inflexible.
Harrison carefully unwrapped the bandage, frowning at the wound in her palm, “Your skin’s broken.”
Jocelyn responded mechanically. “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t get it wet these next few days. I’m not going back,” Harrison said as he dabbed the wound with a cotton swab, blowing
gently on it, the picture of tenderness.
His breath tickled her palm, and Jocelyn’s hand instinctively wanted to pull away, overwhelmed by the sensation.

But Harrison didn’t give her the chance to retract
Jocelyn was on pins and needles, especially wary of Melvin and unable to look at him.
Yet she couldn’t help but sneak glances at the man lounging on the couch across from her, a half-smirk on his face, as if he were
an audience to a show, keenly watching the spectacle.
Jocelyn swallowed hard, regretting calling in sick. She should’ve dragged herself to school, even if it meant crawling, to avoid
this battleground.
“Mr. Whitman, you seem quite caring, Melvin suddenly spoke.
Jocelyn tensed up even more, if that was possible.
Harrison looked politely at Melvin before replying, “Got to take care of my girlfriend.”
The air seemed to still, and Jocelyn felt as if she was suffocating. She wanted to flee.
Melvin’s gaze lingered on the clearly uncomfortable woman, his eyes thick with mockery. After Harrison finished bandaging her
left hand, he moved to the right.
The doorbell rang again.
This time, it really must be the delivery.
Harrison got up, and Melvin’s intrusive gaze intensified.
Jocelyn kept her eyes down, holding her breath, daring not to relax even a fraction.
She could feel Melvin’s eyes on her, prickling against her back, making her unbearably uncomfortable.
Hamson brought in the delivery, exchanged the pink slippers for a new pair of men’s he had bought, tucked the former into the
shoe cabinet, and washed his hands before approaching Jocelyn. I only bought a pair of slippers this time. It was all rushed this.

time, sol didn’t bring anything Next time I come over, I’ll bring some of my things.”
words were for Jocelyn, but they conveyed much more.
Joely throat was dry, she was at a loss for words.
This was the most awkward moment in her 26 years, and she was completely out of her depth.
Her and was foggy as she responded to whatever he said.
Hamson sat down beside her again tending to her right hand. “Have you thought about moving? I don’t feel this place is very
safe. The Security is lax They let me in without checking Any bad guy could waltz right up, no?”

Melvin, fiddling with his phone, smirked. “You should relax. I’ve been coming in and out of here for over three years, and I’ve
never heard of any break-ins or murders”
Jocelyn felt dizzy, unsure how much longer she could endure this breathless battleground.
“Still, I’m a bit worned about her. Nowadays, society is chaotic, and people are unpredictable. By the time something happens, it
would be too late. Harrison maintained his composure, his voice steady.
You think moving will make you worry less” Melvin scoffed, lighting a cigarette, “Bad guys don’t stop being bad just because you
live in a fancy neighborhood”
For the first time, Harrison frowned, glancing at Melvin, Tm sorry, would you mind not smoking in here?”
Melvin glanced at his cigarette and then at Jocelyn “You pregnant or something?”
Jocelyn’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“Second-hand smoke is more dangerous than firsthand,” Harrison’s face grew stern, “I’m sure you are smart enough to know
that, Mr. Martinez.
“She thinks I look cool when I smoke, Melvin’s eyes bore into Jocelyn, “She never mentioned any harm.”
Suddenly, Jocelyn felt a sharp pain in her stomach She couldn’t tell if it was cramps or something else, but her face turned
ghostly pale in an instant

Melvin’s gaze was fixed on Jocelyn, her changing complexion as clear as day to him.
With a flick of his fingers, he snuffed out his cigarette, wiped his hands, and asked Jocelyn, “Is it your period?”
Finally catching on to Jocelyn’s discomfort, Harrison reached out to touch her forehead, which was cool to the touch.
“Jocelyn, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”
“Do we really need to ask? She’s on her period’ Melvin snapped irritably. “Go lie down.”
As Melvin moved to scoop Jocelyn up, his hand was blocked.
Harrison looked at him with a cool detachment. She doesn’t need your help, he said, before lifting Jocelyn in his arms and
heading towards the bedroom, firmly shutting the door behind them.
Melvin’s hand clenched and then released, his gaze lingering on the bedroom door, his eyes darkening ominously.
After a while, Hamson came back out, saw Melvin still standing in the living room, and closed the door once more.
“Mr. Martinez, I’m afraid we’re not up for company today. Harrison’s message was clear: it was time for Melvin to leave.
Melvin had no reason to stay, he wasn’t worried about leaving Harrison alone with Jocelyn anymore.
Judging by the time, it was a safe bet Jocelyn was dealing with her period. He could leave with peace of mind.
Before he stepped out the door, Melvin glanced back at Harrison and pointed to the shopping bag he had brought in. The durian
in there might help ease her cramps.”

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