The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 15

Stepping out of the school gates, a sleek silver Porsche rolled up slowly.

Jocelyn recognized the car. It was Melvin's.

Willow, who was about to hop in her car, paused and stared at the car too.

As the person in the car got out, Jocelyn was still debating whether to enthusiastically hug him when someone else beat her to it, rushing over and hugging Melvin tightly.

"Why are you here? Don't tell me you're trying to surprise me." Willow looked up at him with a smile; her sweet voice tinged with a playful whine.

Jocelyn was stunned. She wasn't seeing things; Willow was hugging Melvin.

Melvin was obviously taken aback for a few seconds too. Seeing Jocelyn's joy slowly drowning, he gently pushed Willow away, "Mind the image."

"There's hardly anyone here, no worries." Willow clung to his arm again, "I'm so hungry. Will you take me out to eat? I'm craving steak."

Jocelyn's mind was a mess. She never would have guessed that Melvin and Willow knew each other, let alone seemed quite close.

She couldn't help but think back to that night at the club, wondering if the woman who got into his car was Willow.

She felt there was no need to stand there any longer. Keeping up a polite smile, she said, "Willow, I'm really grateful you took time out of your busy schedule to come to the school and make the students' fan dreams come true."

"No need for thanks, Jocelyn. I was a student here too, and I haven't really done much for the school, so I feel quite embarrassed."

Willow had a way with words. She said, "I'm sorry for bothering you today and disrupting teaching time."

Polite and humble, she was hard not to like.

"Feel free to come back and visit anytime," Jocelyn offered generously.

"Definitely," Willow smiled. "Jocelyn, you don't have to worry about me. Go do your thing."

Jocelyn glanced at Melvin, who looked back at her indifferently.

The two standing together were a sight for sore eyes.

Feeling a sourness in her heart, she didn't want to embarrass herself and turned away.

Just at that moment, as she turned, it felt like sand had gotten into her eyes, causing discomfort.

She thought Melvin would call after her, but he didn't.

She hadn't walked far when the sound of the car engine starting up behind her and mist appeared before her eyes.

Suddenly, she understood the look Preston had given her when she insisted on inviting Willow, and why he had called her dumb.

And dumb she was.

Surely no one was as dumb as her, to invite her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend to flaunt in front of her.

The dumbest part was that she didn't even dare to hug her boyfriend in public as if she had stolen that title.

She was increasingly feeling like a mistress, who was hidden from sight

"Jocelyn."

The low male voice from behind made her stop.

She thought she was hallucinating.

"Weren't we agreed that I'd pick you up for lunch? Why are you running off?" Melvin walked up to her, and seeing her reddened eyes, frowned, "Isn't it me who's being ignored here? Why are you crying?"

Jocelyn turned around, and Willow's car was already gone.

She thought he would have left with her.

"You didn't leave?" Jocelyn's voice was shaky with tears.

Melvin, with his hands in his pockets, said coolly, "Jocelyn, I came to pick up my girlfriend."

Jocelyn had to admit, that word "girlfriend" pleased her.

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