The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 143

Melvin stood in the yard. His gaze was fixed on the glow seeping through the window. Were they locked in a passionate embrace?

Right then, he felt an overwhelming urge to smash the door.

Glancing around, he spotted a brick by the fence, gripped it in his hand and ascended the steps to stand before the green-painted iron gates. Clenching the brick, he took several deep breaths until the lights inside the room went out.

In an instant, his breath caught in his throat. His heart plunged into darkness.

They were together!

The reality was right in front of his eyes!

With fingers clenched too tightly, the rough edges of the brick grated painfully against his skin.

A sinister gleam flickered in his eyes as he raised the brick. But in the end, he hurled it onto the road beyond the gates. The dull thud echoed loudly in the quiet of the countryside.

Inside, Jocelyn sat on a stool with her eyes glued to the outdoors, genuinely fearing that Melvin might burst in with weapons.

The noise confirmed that her fears were unfounded. Her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back into place.

It took a while before Harrison uttered, "He's gone."

Jocelyn exhaled a long breath, "I was really scared he'd come in and start a fight with you."

"If he actually had barged in, no matter how much you liked the guy, I would've told you to drop him," Harrison said, turning the light back on, "Stop overthinking it. The guy needs to be hung out to dry. You gotta push him to find out what he's really about."

Jocelyn shook her head, "I didn't want to push him. Forcing him to do what he's unwilling to do goes against the flow of nature. A melon forcefully twisted off its vine is never sweet. I don't like putting people in tough spots."

"You both haven't let go of each other. Isn't it painful to act like this?"

"It takes time," Jocelyn knew that she couldn't simply forget someone she had deeply loved so long.

She wasn't lying to herself. She was trying to persuade herself to move on.

Harrison knew she was trying hard to let go of Melvin. As an observer, he thought it was tough.

How long would these two continue to entangle, he wondered.

"It's already three in the morning. We should rest," Harrison said as he checked the time, "I need to leave early tomorrow. There are relatives back home I still need to visit during the holidays."

"You shouldn't have come. It's such a long trip." Jocelyn always felt he shouldn't have come so far.

Harrison took off his glasses, "If I hadn't come, how would we have provoked him?"

Jocelyn just sighed.

So, he had come all this way to ruffle Melvin's feathers.

"Alright, get some sleep. I'll make do right here," Harrison settled into a chair, pulling out a thick down jacket from his bag and draping it over himself.

"How can I let you do that? You take my room, and I'll sleep in Ursula's," Jocelyn insisted. "It gets cold in the mountains at night. Without any heating, you'll definitely catch a cold by morning."

Under Jocelyn's insistence, Harrison relocated to her room.

Neither of them got much sleep that night. And someone sat by the fish pond until dawn.

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The next morning, Harrison and Jocelyn visited the village chief's house to have doughnuts for breakfast. They were both tired from staying up late and emotionally drained from Melvin's antics, which was evident in Jocelyn's weary expression.

Although the villagers were conservative, they couldn't help but give Jocelyn and Harrison curious glances. Their looks conveyed a message that all adults understood.

Jocelyn didn't feel like explaining anymore.

Harrison greeted everyone with polite enthusiasm. He thanked the chief for having prepared the doughnuts for them.

"Take a picture for me," Harrison handed his phone to Jocelyn, "I want to show my parents."

Jocelyn took the phone and snapped a photo of him with the doughnuts.

Harrison checked the picture and smiled, "You've got a pretty good photographic skills," and then sent it to his family group chat.

"You two are so lovey-dovey," Ursula approached with a sly smile, "Did you have a good sleep last night?"

Jocelyn was speechless. Ursula knew exactly what was going on, yet she still joked about it.

"Delightful," Harrison replied.

Ursula couldn't help but make playful gestures at Jocelyn, hinting that perhaps their staged act had turned into something real.

Jocelyn had given up on explaining.