The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 249

Melvin cradled Jocelyn's face in his hands, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths intertwining in a dance of desire. His ragged breath was a clear testament to his excitement.

As Jocelyn's heartbeat began to settle, she whispered softly, "They're still out there, you know."

"Do I have any clothes here?" Melvin's hands rested on her waist, his longing palpable in his touch.

Jocelyn nodded slightly.

Melvin chuckled, "Why would my clothes be here?"

Jocelyn's cheeks, already flushed, deepened in color.

She couldn't very well admit that she missed him so much she had kept one of his shirts to sleep with at night.

It was embarrassing, to say the least.

Melvin didn't tease her further. He affectionately tapped her nose and looked into her eyes with a tender smile, "You're quite the visionary. Otherwise, I'd have nothing to change into after my shower."

Knowing he was teasing her, Jocelyn rolled her eyes at him.

"Hand them over. I need a shower," said Melvin, his indulgent smile not fading as he released her.

Jocelyn, her face still warm, fetched a set of loungewear from the closet—baggy shirt and pants, perfect for relaxing at home.

Melvin took them but didn't move.

"What's up? Go." Jocelyn urged him, feeling more embarrassed the longer they stayed in the room.

Melvin glanced down at the clothes in his hand, "That's it?"

"What else do you need?" Jocelyn was puzzled.

"Um... Underwear?" Melvin asked bluntly.

Jocelyn's mouth fell open, having not anticipated this request.

Melvin frowned, "Don't you have any?"

Jocelyn's face scrunched up, "Why would I have that?"

Melvin shook the shirt and pants, "Going commando?"

Jocelyn was speechless. The thought of keeping his underwear had never crossed her mind.

Melvin sighed, "Never mind, the pants are loose enough. I'll go without."

Jocelyn's face burned once more.

With the clothes in hand, Melvin finally left the room. It seemed no one outside had noticed how long they had been inside.

After he went into the bathroom, Jocelyn came out of her bedroom, her cheeks still tinged with heat.

Everyone understood the situation. They were all adults here, and they all knew the longing that comes with a long-awaited reunion.

"Jocelyn has been amazing with Euston. I don't even know how long it'll take for him to get used to me as his mom," Hermia lamented, still unable to hold her child, her eyes rimmed red with unshed tears.

Jocelyn comforted her, "Kids are like that. But you're his biological mother. Nothing can break the bond between you two. No one can replace a mother's love."

Hermia looked at Euston with a bittersweet smile, "But he's never had my milk, and I've barely held him. In his memory, you're probably his only mother."

"That's not true. Kids don't retain many memories before the age of three. They usually can't recall anything from before then. Don't worry, Hermia, your bond with Euston can be mended."

Castiel also reassured Hermia, "We'll take Euston home today. Spend some time with him, and he'll warm up to you."

Hermia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking at the little one frolicking in Yasmine's arms. Aside from sadness, a new emotion was taking root in her heart.

Especially when Euston called Jocelyn "Mommy," Hermia felt a sharp pain as if a knife had sliced through her heart.