The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 252

Jocelyn shivered with a start, her hand unintentionally landing on the bare expanse of his chest.

She tried to retract immediately, but Melvin caught her hand, pressing it against his heart, where she could feel the steady drum of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his breaths.

"Let go..." Jocelyn tugged futilely at her trapped hand, her nervousness mounting by the second.

Melvin, his lips curling into a playful smirk, guided her hand over his chest. "If you want to touch, be bold about it. No need to be sneaky."

Jocelyn thought she might just lose her mind.

Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment, akin to being caught in the middle of a daydream about someone. Even if this man was an old flame, the current situation made her feel like a thief caught red-handed.

"I wasn't..." Jocelyn stammered out an explanation, "I just wanted to check if you were hurt."

Her intentions were far from what he implied.

Had he not startled her, she wouldn't have done so.

Melvin's gaze fell to her flushed face and the earnestness of her words, and his smile deepened.

Finally, he released her hand. Jocelyn quickly hid it away, sitting up straight and looking ahead to the road.

"Fine, I accept your explanation," Melvin said casually as he buckled his seat belt and restarted the car.

Jocelyn was surprised by his briskness, sensing something was amiss.

"Your place or mine?" Melvin asked.

Before Jocelyn could respond, he continued, "Never mind, my place hasn't been lived in for a while. Let's have the help clean it up before we return."

Jocelyn assumed he meant they were heading to her place, but instead, he drove to a hotel.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, puzzled.

Melvin got out and came around to her side, opened the door, and pulled her out. Then he led her toward the hotel lobby.

The manager greeted him with a respectful nod, "Mr. Martinez, welcome back."

Melvin responded, "My room's still available, right?"

"Yes, your room is always ready for you. Just a moment, I'll get your key card," the manager said, quickly retrieving the card and presenting it, "Shall I escort you up?"

"No, thanks." Melvin replied, taking the card.

"If you need anything, just call the front desk. Have a pleasant rest," the manager said, waiting until the elevator doors had closed behind them before leaving.

Jocelyn's heart was in turmoil as she was led through the hotel by Melvin, who seemed closer than ever, their reflections nearly touching in the mirrored walls.

"What's the reason for bringing me here?" she asked.

Melvin, teasing her discomfort, asked, "Don't you know?"

Her face heated, and she could hardly meet his gaze anymore.

It was odd. She had been intimate with him before without any shyness, but now, his suggestive words made her flush like an inexperienced young girl.

"Jocelyn, you weren't like this before," Melvin whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her neck and sending her into further disarray.

Jocelyn tried to put some distance between them, but his arm wrapped around her waist, refusing to let her go.

The more he spoke, the more she felt embarrassed.

Thankfully, the elevator doors opened. Showing no signs of fatigue, Melvin led Jocelyn out and straight down the corridor to the end.

Once he swiped the card, he pushed open the door and pulled her inside before shutting it behind them.

Melvin guided her to the sofa, and she sat down. He was behaving too well, almost to the point of surprise for Jocelyn.