The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 215

Yasmine cradled little Euston in her arms, standing by the French window. Her gaze was locked on the two figures outside. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within her.

Some opportunities, once missed, are missed forever.

"Euston, do you have any idea how much that man across from your mommy loves her?" Yasmine spoke to the little one, knowing full well he couldn't grasp the weight of her words. "It's such a shame. He let her slip away."

Euston's hand tugged at Yasmine's hair, his innocent eyes staring back at her.

Yasmine gently unwrapped his fingers from her locks, "Sweetheart, if you ever meet a girl you fancy, make sure you hold on tight, okay?"

Euston was too young to understand these grown-up complexities, let alone the most challenging puzzles of human relationships.

Jocelyn felt a ripple in her heart under Melvin's gaze. After all, he was a man she had once loved. Seeing him again stirred feelings she couldn't quite keep at bay.

If she truly had a picture-perfect family, perhaps she could have smoothed over the past loves and hurts. But her life was far from perfect, her happiness in others’ eyes was a facade.

Worse still, Melvin saw right through the illusion of her "happiness."

Jocelyn felt exposed and slightly guilty under his scrutiny, like a student who had been caught cheating.

"Is there something else you want to say?" Jocelyn asked, feigning composure.

"Do you love that man?" Melvin inquired in his steady voice.

Jocelyn was momentarily confused as to which man he referred to.

Amid her hesitation, Melvin pressed, "If you had proof of his infidelity, would you turn a blind eye or divorce him?"

It suddenly clicked for Jocelyn what he was getting at.

"I make no choices about things that haven't happened," she replied, her heart still.

She genuinely hoped that Castiel would bring Hermia back so they could be a happy family of three. If they loved each other enough to have a child, what hurdle couldn't they overcome and what misunderstanding couldn't they clear?

"You are really forgiving." Melvin's voice carried a bitter edge. He wanted to ask why she couldn't extend the same understanding to him.

Jocelyn offered a faint smile, "I trust him."

"Heh, you've changed," Melvin said, frustration evident in his voice. "Why couldn't you trust me the way you trust him?"

The hurt he had bottled up spilled out.

Jocelyn hadn't expected him to broach such a question.

"Because you never trusted me," she answered, her words piercing him sharply.

Melvin's heart ached with the sting of her response.

"If it weren't for your sister telling me those things, I would have spent my life never knowing what was really in your heart."

Jocelyn saw the flicker of panic in his eyes. She understood his worries and the burden in his mind.

Everyone thinks differently because they haven't walked in another's shoes. They can't empathize with an experience they haven't had, nor can they claim it to be trivial.

His experiences were his own. His feelings were not easily soothed by others.

"I couldn't share your pain, but I thought I could help heal your heart. However, you never gave me that chance." Jocelyn shook her head, glancing down at her shoes with a small laugh, "Discussing this now is pointless."

Melvin was filled with regret.

"It's chilly outside. I should head back," Jocelyn gestured towards the house, "I need to prepare milk for the baby."

"What if I had told you everything back then? Would you have stayed with me?" Melvin's urgency for an answer was palpable.

The answer held no meaning now, but he still yearned to know.

Jocelyn considered the question seriously, looking into his eyes, "If you hadn't run away that day and had come to the marriage registration the next, we would have been husband and wife."

She didn't directly answer his question. It was merely hypothetical.

But it was a scenario that had almost played out, lacking only his cooperation.

'Ifs' abound. One with no hint of reality, the other almost begun.

The answer was clear.

Had she become his wife, nothing short of death could have separated them.

Without another word, Jocelyn turned and left.

The warmth of the room was a stark contrast to the outside chill. She poured herself a cup of coffee, feeling the warmth spread through her body.