The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 212

Jocelyn mixed the formula milk with practiced ease, her gaze drifting to where Melvin had kicked off his sneakers and climbed over the playpen barrier to sit on the soft mat. He was eyeing little Euston.

He looked lost, like he didn't know where to begin, a bit agitated yet holding back the urge to be too rough.

His tentative approach was somewhat captivating to Jocelyn.

He didn't know that the child wasn't hers, but he still edged closer.

For some reason, this scene touched a tender spot in her heart.

"What are you doing?" Jocelyn finally shattered the strange, yet cozy tableau.

Melvin propped up on one knee and looked up at her, "He doesn't look a thing like you."

Walking in, Jocelyn lifted the baby and began feeding him, "He takes after his dad."

Melvin felt a pang in his chest.

Watching her tenderly feed the little one was somehow jarring.

"Your husband's got a side chick, and you're cool with that?" Melvin just wanted to know the extent of her tolerance for that man.

Jocelyn replied coolly, "As long as I don't know about it, it doesn't bother me."

Melvin was on the verge of explosion.

How much did she love that man? No, how desperate was she to cling to this marriage? To tolerate this much?

"So, if you don't see it, it doesn't matter?"

"Yeah. Seeing is believing."

Melvin laughed bitterly.

Back when his hands were clean with Willow, she was up in arms.

Plain and simple, she just didn't trust him.

"How much do you love him?" Melvin couldn't sit still. He stood up, looming over her.

Perhaps his voice was too loud, or his presence too intense, Euston stopped drinking his milk. His bright eyes were fixed on Melvin, his little mouth puckered, ready to cry.

Melvin took notice.

He swallowed his anger reluctantly, reining in his emotions.

The child resumed his feeding.

Melvin was fuming inside. If it weren't for the fact that a crying baby could tear at a person's heart, he wouldn't have bothered.

Hearing Melvin's accusation, Jocelyn didn't answer but simply countered, "You've been with Dr. Layla for a while. Any chance we'll be celebrating your engagement soon?"

Melvin bristled, "Who told you I was with her?"

"The night I went to see you, she was the one who answered the door." Jocelyn spoke of the incident from two years ago as if it was nothing more than a casual, old tale.

Melvin frowned at her, "She mentioned that to me."

"I called you because I wanted to know what secrets you were keeping."

Euston had finished his bottle, and Jocelyn lifted him up to burp him.

Euston rested against her shoulder quietly.

Jocelyn met Melvin's gaze for the first time, "I had thought about it. Whatever you would say that night, I was ready to stand by you."

She saw the surprise in his eyes. Then she smiled faintly, "Layla was the one who opened the door. She was pretty upfront, said she was taking you to Angel City for treatment. Maybe it's women's intuition, but I could tell she felt more for you than just doctor-patient."

"And you trusted her." Jocelyn remained composed, "So, at that moment, I felt like there was nothing left for me to fret about. We've always been out of sync."

Melvin remained silent as he listened.

His gaze lingered on Jocelyn, and he seemed to realize what he'd missed out on.

"She's a psychiatrist my ex-brother-in-law recommended," Melvin revealed, "Nothing more than a doctor."

Jocelyn nodded, "Yeah. None of that matters to me anymore."

"But it matters to me," Melvin declared, his demeanor hardening, "I told you to wait for me."

"What's the point of waiting?" Jocelyn looked at him, "You couldn't even tell me you were leaving in person. You had so many chances to tell me the truth, but you never did."

Jocelyn took a deep breath, still gently patting Euston. She fixed her eyes on Melvin, "Haven't you realized? Maybe we were only meant for those three years. We can't ask for more. That was the only right time for us."