The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 105

How much longer did she plan on touching him?

She was not touching him!

Jocelyn's cheeks flamed as she withdrew her hand, her knee still awkwardly caught between his. Their current position was definitely not child-friendly.

If it were not for his endless antics, would it really have come to this?

Luckily, he seemed to have some sense of dignity because he finally shifted his legs aside, giving her room to scoot back into her seat.

The plane had leveled out by now.

Jocelyn sat rigidly in her seat, wishing for an escape hatch she could jump through if it existed.

She could not move, haunted by the lingering sensation on her palm, until she finally caved and asked the flight attendant for a wet wipe.

She had nailed herself to her seat, not wanting to leave it till the flight ended.

Once she had the wet wipe, she scrubbed at her hand like it was a grimy countertop.

Melvin watched the whole ordeal, his eyes icing over with each wipe she took.

Was she repulsed by him?

It was not like she had not touched him there before. Why the disgust now?

His expression darkened, but Jocelyn could not care less; she did not even glance his way.

Somehow, they made it to landing.

Jocelyn did not budge until Melvin had left his seat.

However, he seemed content to wait, likely preferring not to shuffle out with the rest of the crowd, sitting still as stone.

When he finally stood, Jocelyn followed suit, trailing behind him out of the plane.

As soon as they hit the terminal, she quickened her pace, eager to put distance between them.

She claimed her luggage just as Harrison's call came through. She had not expected him to be so punctual, having planned to message him from the car.

"Yeah, just landed. Got my luggage, heading out now," Jocelyn said, dragging her suitcase and looking towards the exit.

Harrison did not keep her long, just a few words of caution before hanging up.

The taxi line was bustling, a sea of people and cars.

"Jocelyn!" Yasmine approached, calling out her name.

Jocelyn was momentarily surprised to see Yasmine, but given that Melvin was also there, nothing should surprise her at this point.

She nodded slightly, a token of civility.

"Want a ride with us?"

The "us" clearly included Melvin.

Jocelyn, remembering the flight's embarrassment, declined politely. "No, thanks."

"You really that scared of spending time with Melvin?" Yasmine cut straight to the point.

Jocelyn forced a smile, her silence speaking volumes.

Yasmine let out a laugh. "I am me, and he is he."

This was true, but they were still family, and Jocelyn was not looking for trouble.

Melvin had emerged by now, his mood visibly souring at the sight of them together.

Jocelyn did not dare meet his gaze.

A taxi pulled up just in time for her to make a break for it. The driver helped with her luggage, and she quickly hopped in, desperate to flee.

As the driver closed the trunk and was about to get in, the passenger door reopened, and Melvin slid in beside her.

The driver glanced back. "You guys together?"

"No," Jocelyn blurted out. "I don't know him."

"Look, buddy, no carpooling here," the driver warned Melvin.

"She's my girl," Melvin stated flatly.

The driver looked to Jocelyn for confirmation.

Her face was about to burst into flames. "I'm not!" She protested, her voice tinged with anger.

The driver frowned. "So, are you two together or not?"

"No!"

"Yes!"

The driver could tell they were connected somehow. Probably a couple having a spat.