The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 127

Jocelyn felt a tightness in her chest. She wanted to explain but found any word seemed hollow and insincere.

"We need to talk," Harrison said before turning away and walking towards the curb.

Jocelyn trailed behind him. Her gaze fixed on his retreating back, wishing to slap herself in the face.

Harrison was her boyfriend now. Everything he did was reasonable and justifiable. Why had she snapped at him?

Jocelyn was filled with regret. She caught up to him and grabbed his hand.

Harrison stopped and turned to look at her, glanced at her hand and gently removed it. "No need to force it."

"I…" Jocelyn felt an emptiness in her heart at his coldness.

Harrison sat down at a roadside diner and ordered a spaghetti. He had flown for over two hours from Berry City to give her a surprise, never expecting such situation.

All the imagined perfect scenarios shattered in that instant.

He knew that Jocelyn hadn’t been totally in love with him. But her blatant favouritism made him feel like a failure. He thought he could help her move on, to transfer all her feelings to him. Alas, that was not the case.

Jocelyn sat across from him, noticing the diner owner about to sprinkle hot pepper flakes on the spaghetti. She quickly interjected, "He can't handle spicy."

The owner promptly put the pepper flakes back.

Hearing the words, Harrison looked at her.

If not for today's incident, he might have believed he had a place in her heart. Such a reminder seemed to be an afterthought.

"You want some?" Harrison offered.

Jocelyn shook her head, instinctively explaining, "Today was a colleague's birthday. We had dinner before hanging out. I never expected to run into Melvin. I was avoiding him, but he approached me…"

The spaghetti arrived, and Harrison had no intention of torturing his stomach with hot spices just to earn her sympathy. Pity that was sought after was neither lasting nor genuine.

Harrison listened calmly to her explanation. He could tell she was being sincere, that she really wanted to avoid entanglement with Melvin.

But isn't that how feelings are? If you're not together, there's always a period of entanglement. Some people get bored of the chase, but others are like a stubborn adhesive, impossible to shake off.

There are usually two possibilities for this: one, the pursuer is just a troublemaker who doesn't want the other to be happy; or two, both parties still harbor feelings, allowing the pursuit as a way of seeking a chance for reconciliation.

From the start, Harrison knew Jocelyn hadn't totally let go of Melvin. Despite this, he chose to pursue a relationship with her. He had been hoping for a different outcome, but it was just wishful thinking.

"He pursued you, but you didn't reject him. You still love him," Harrison said pointedly. "If you really didn't, nothing he did could disturb your composure."

Jocelyn felt as though she was gasping for air. She became uneasy, fearful of Harrison peeling back the walls she had built around her raw heart.

Harrison took a bite of his spaghetti and said, "Let's break up."

Jocelyn was stunned, disbelieving as she looked at him.

Harrison added some parmesan, catching her expression. "Surprised?"

"I am really done with him," Jocelyn insisted, not wanting to be entangled with Melvin anymore. But some things were beyond her control, which had led to the situation they were in.

Harrison shook his head. "I'm not saying this because of what happened today. Deep down, you know you still have feelings for him."

"I…"

"Jocelyn." He still called her name gently. "I understand your feelings. I knew from the beginning you still had him in your heart, but I was too confident, thinking I could replace him and make you fall for me."

Harrison looked at the spaghetti and chuckled, "Spaghetti without the pepper flakes isn't so tasty, but my stomach can't handle the spices."

Jocelyn understood his metaphor.

"Breaking up is good for you, too," Harrison said, placing down his fork and looking at her with calm tenderness. "You've been struggling too, right?"

Her tears, long-held back, began to flow freely. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to sob. But the tears refused to be contained.

Harrison pulled out a napkin and sat beside her to wipe her tears. "Let it out. You've been repressing your feelings for too long."

But his words only intensified her emotions. Tears streamed down her face like a breached dam.