The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 122

"Something felt off about what he said today, you know? And Harrison, do they even know each other? Maybe it's just me overthinking, but they seemed to be at each other's throats a bit."

Jocelyn was terrified her mom would pick up on the little thing going on between her and Melvin. Thankfully, Melvin had always kept a respectful distance, especially in front of her parents. So hopefully they hadn't noticed anything amiss.

"No, not at all," Jocelyn said with feigned ease. "Maybe he just speaks from experience, that's all."

Daisy seemed relieved, "Well, that's reasonable then."

Jocelyn let out a sigh of relief when her mother didn't press the matter further.

Calvin trudged upstairs, feeling a bit weary.

Locking the door behind him, he chuckled, "You know, Mr. Martinez is actually quite decent. Seems standoffish, but he's got a warm heart."

"Calvin, did you ever feel something's not quite right?" Daisy's sensitivity suddenly spiked.

Jocelyn's heart, which had just settled, leaped into her throat again. She had no idea what her mother might have figured out.

"What do you mean?" Calvin asked.

"Why is your boss so nice to you?" Daisy knitted her brows in thought. "I've been mulling it over... He kept your job safe, gave you a promotion, raised your salary, and even brought us that expensive fruit basket, not to mention driving me home. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

Jocelyn's tension was palpable. She barely dared to breathe.

"What's so strange about that? He's just a kind-hearted guy."

"But why so kind-hearted to you only? You're not one of those corporate big shots. You're just a security team leader. Why's he treating you so special? It's a bit abnormal," Daisy insisted, still puzzled.

This left Calvin without an explanation.

He checked the time. "Let's not overthink this. If he wants to be nice, it's not like I have anything he could possibly want."

Daisy finally felt a bit more at ease at that, "True, we don't have any family heirlooms or treasures for him to covet."

"Exactly, so let's hit the hay," Calvin said, glancing at his daughter, who looked downcast, probably mulling over Harrison. "Get some rest too, sweetie. Harrison said he'd try to transfer to work closer to us. You gotta admit, the guy's got a great attitude."

Jocelyn couldn't very well tell them she wasn't fretting over Harrison.

She just smiled faintly, "Yeah, you two should head off to bed now. I'm gonna get some rest too."

"Are you sure your injury's okay?" Daisy was still concerned. "It's on your chin. What if it scars?"

"It won't," Jocelyn brushed it off. "You guys should sleep. I'm off to my room."

After Jocelyn retreated to her room, Daisy frowned, "Such a grown-up and still a handful."

The old couple changed for bed, and Calvin suddenly gasped, "I just remembered something."

"What's that?"

"The last time Quinta was here, Jocelyn said she'd drop her at the station. Later, I saw Mr. Martinez's car in our neighbourhood. He wouldn't just come by with no relatives of his here. Why was his car parked under our building?"

Daisy was confused, "What are you getting at?"

"Do you think Mr. Martinez could be coming around for Jocelyn?"

Daisy's face was a picture of shock, "No way."

But once they entertained the possibility, everything seemed to suggest Melvin's kindness was all for Jocelyn. That was the only explanation that made sense of his sudden generosity toward Calvin.

They exchanged a look and Calvin shook his head, "No, it can't be. Forget it. Whatever his reasons, it's not our concern."

Daisy decided not to fret over it anymore.

...

The next day, Jocelyn's knee was less sore, her hand much better. She came out and found Daisy had prepared breakfast.

"Does it still hurt? If so, take another day off."

"I'm fine," Jocelyn replied, picking up her bowl of oatmeal. "Finals are coming up. I can't afford to miss any more classes."

"You've been looking a bit thin lately," Daisy said, concerned.