The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 24

Most wars between two women were over a man.

Jocelyn had never been a softie, and she was somewhat possessive of what was hers, especially her man.

At least for now, Melvin was still her man, so why should she give a hoot about Willow's feelings?

Willow had shown her true colors, all ambition and challenge, in Jocelyn's face. And how could she not respond when Willow had already called for war?

Melvin stared at Jocelyn's seemingly harmless, alluring face, disdainful of engaging in any rivalry between women, whether it was veiled or direct.

"She needs rest," Melvin told Jocelyn, "You've made your point."

That's code for 'hit the road'.

Willow couldn't hide the smug smile in her eyes.

See, Melvin's got her back.

Jocelyn had to admit that it stung. She stood up, boldly grabbed Melvin's hand, her fingers forcefully interlacing with his, leaned in and kissed him, her voice dripping with seduction, "Come home early tonight."

Having said that, she didn't wait to gauge Melvin's mood, turned around and waved at Willow who was glaring, "Get well soon, Willow. Catch you later."

As soon as the door closed, Jocelyn's smile faded.

At the door, Jocelyn bumped into Zephyr, holding a fruit basket. They locked eyes, and Zephyr was the first to crack an awkward smile. "Jocelyn, what are the odds?"

"Yep." Jocelyn asked him, "You here to see Willow?"

"Ah, yeah, that's right." Zephyr, aware of the dynamic between Jocelyn and Melvin, was feeling pretty awkward since he's the one who called Melvin over, so...

Jocelyn smiled. "Melvin and Willow are in the room right now. Maybe swing by later?"

Zephyr was clueless.

Jocelyn walked past him without another word.

Zephyr turned to watch Jocelyn walk away. Was she giving Melvin and Willow some alone time? That seemed awfully generous.

Meanwhile, Willow's eyes were misty, but her face held a contented smile.

Melvin sat on the sofa, legs crossed, constantly checking the time, clearly impatient.

"Are you serious with Jocelyn?" Willow looked at him.

Melvin's well-defined fingers were clasped on his thigh, his eyes indifferent. "Serious? What does that mean?"

"Are you in love with her?" Willow's voice trembled slightly.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Willow got a bit agitated. "How can it not matter to me? Back then, I did it for my career, for our future, so..."

"Willow." Melvin cut her off, "Let's not talk about the past."

Willow clenched her fists. "Do you love her?"

Silence.

"And do you still love me, Melvin?"

Willow's pressing made Melvin frown in displeasure.

Seeing his silence, hope sparked in Willow's eyes as she asked, "You still have feelings for me, right? Otherwise, why have you never acknowledged Jocelyn as your girlfriend? You've never even taken her to meet your friends. Melvin, I don't care how long you've been with her. Can you break up with her?" Willow's eyes were filled with hope, her tone pleading.

Melvin stared at her for a long while, his silence accelerating Willow's heartbeat.

Then he suddenly stood up, walked to the door, and there was Zephyr, on the other side.

Zephyr certainly did not expect Melvin to open the door so abruptly; he swore he'd heard nothing, just heeding Jocelyn's hint to not barge in.

"Hey, are you leaving?" Zephyr called out to Melvin's retreating, aloof figure, "Lunch together?"

Melvin ignored him.