The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 140

The air between the two was undeniably weird.

Jocelyn turned on her heel, catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye to see the pond's surface rippling. Was it because she'd just slipped on a rock, or had a clod of earth hit the water?

Melvin didn't comment but merely asked, "Got any more nuts?"

She fished a handful out of her pocket, passed them to his outstretched hand without looking him in the eye.

He continued shelling nuts as if nothing had happened just now.

Truth be told, Jocelyn had no idea what she'd planned to show him. They just strolled along the pond’s edge.

"Jocelyn," Melvin called.

She turned.

"Hand."

She held out her palm and he dropped a few shelled nuts into it.

Melvin dusted off his hands, "You still haven't answered my question."

She met his gaze, confusion clear in her eyes.

"How does your professor let you come out here?" He probed again.

Jocelyn's heart skipped a beat – such a sour note in his voice.

‘Your professor’? Was that really necessary to address Harrison in this way?

She turned back and munched on the nuts, "What's there for him to worry about? We're both teachers, and he understands."

"Huh," he remarked sarcastically, "A real gentleman scholar then."

Jocelyn frowned at his bizarre compliment.

She followed the path, Melvin at her heels.

"Then why didn't he come with you?"

"He's got his work."

"Work matters more than his love for you?"

The conversation made her uncomfortable.

If it weren’t for the fact that there was nothing serious between her and Harrison, she might have thought Melvin was trying to stir trouble, or that he was jealous.

But his words were inconsequential for her now.

"We're both quite clear about our responsibilities. Besides, loving someone is about prioritizing. Mature relationships don't need to be overly clingy. Instead, they require giving each other space." That was Jocelyn’s ideal kind of romance.

Melvin chuckled at that, but Jocelyn didn't turn to see why.

"His love is really rational."

She didn’t reply.

Their conversation was disjointed, yet like that of old friends. It seemed harmonious if you set aside their past.

"When are you leaving?" Jocelyn asked.

"And you?"

"After the winter break."

Melvin frowned, "Not going back for the festival?"

"No."

He laughed again, "Jocelyn, I just can't understand your romance with him."

She frowned back, turning to face him, "So?"

He always brought Harrison into it; how sour could he get about him?

"Going off on this teaching trip, he's okay with that. Even not going home for Christmas and not meeting his parents, he doesn't care. Are you two really dating? And shouldn’t lovebirds want to be together all the time?" His eyes suddenly grew intense, "Like we used to be."

That last phrase sent a wave of heat across Jocelyn’s face.

Melvin leaned against a nearby tree, unconcerned with getting dirty as he scrutinized her, "Don't you two... have needs?"

Jocelyn wanted to shove him into the pond.

How shameless of him to just say whatever he wanted.