The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 118

Harrison 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 corner 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 Harrison 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?" Harrison 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.