The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 253

From the late afternoon until the shadows grew long and the night fully descended, Jocelyn and Melvin lost count of the times they had come together, their bodies intertwined in a passionate ballet. Finally, exhausted and spent, they lay in each other's arms, feeling the warmth of their bodies and the synchronized rhythm of their heartbeats.

Melvin couldn't bear the thought of parting from her. He wanted to be sealed to her, as if only in this complete union could he truly feel she belonged to him.

The silent room was filled with the scent of love, and their discarded clothes seemed to tell the tale of their wild moments.

Jocelyn’s face was buried in Melvin’s chest. She wasn’t asleep, her mind crystal clear, replaying the vivid images of their lovemaking. After all these years, her longing for him had never waned. She was still so satisfied with him, so fond of him.

“Melvin,” she called out softly.

As she spoke, her lips brushed against his chest, stirring something within him once more.

Jocelyn shifted her waist, trying to move away from him. But Melvin’s hand pressed gently against her lower back, urging her to stay still.

"I can hold back," Melvin said, his voice hoarse.

Jocelyn couldn’t help but remind him, “You didn’t use protection.”

“Yeah.”

“Remember to get me the morning-after pill.”

Melvin pulled her closer, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, “If it happens, we’ll keep it.”

Jocelyn paused, her head still resting on him, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

Jocelyn pursed her lips, “We’re talking about having a baby before marriage?”

“Let’s get married first.”

This prompted Jocelyn to lift her head and look at him.

She pushed him away with force and they were now apart.

Melvin, opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

“Are you sure?” Jocelyn was suddenly energized, “If you’re not sure, don’t say it. We can just take care of it with the pill. Don’t make promises now and back out later. Let me tell you, if it happens again, I’ll never…”

“I won’t,” Melvin cut her off before she could finish, his forehead pressed against hers, “I’m serious.”

Jocelyn still felt uncertain, “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I’m not,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “Anyway, you’re my future. Making you my lawful wife is what I can do without any regrets.”

It felt surreal to Jocelyn, yet his words were clear. She heard them loud and clear.

“Well... let's get registered first,” Jocelyn suggested softly.

She wanted to be considerate of his feelings. The shadows of his past years had to be healed little by little.

Melvin drew back to look at her, his eyes bright with affection, “Don’t you want a wedding ceremony?”

“A wedding is so stressful. If possible, I’d like us to just get the certificates, then have a small dinner with our closest family and friends for celebration.”

No woman doesn’t dream of a grand wedding, but she preferred something simple and warm.

Less grandeur didn’t mean less happiness.

Besides, she was mindful of Melvin’s feelings, fearful that a big wedding would bring back memories of his mother's unhappy marriage.

“You won’t regret it?” Melvin knew what a wedding meant to a girl. He didn’t want her to marry him feeling shortchanged.

Jocelyn smiled and shook her head, “When we turn 60, we’ll have a grand one.”