The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 30

Melvin arrived.

Spotting Preston sitting on the steps with a bruised face, his backpack on the ground, and a twig beside him, it wasn’t difficult to figure out what went down.

He glanced at Jocelyn before turning to Preston and asking, "Another fight?"

"Someone was targeting Jocelyn. I couldn't stand by and watch, so I intervened," Preston summed up the situation in one sentence.

Melvin didn't bother looking at Jocelyn and asked Preston, "Can you walk?"

As Preston stood up, Jocelyn quickly reached out to help him but Melvin swatted her hand away, not letting her touch Preston.

Jocelyn's hand was stiff as if suddenly frozen with ice.

"What's that about, Uncle?" Preston complained.

"Your leg's not broken, is it? You do really need help?" Melvin shot back, his voice icy.

Preston huffed, "How do you know my leg's not hurt?" He lifted his right foot, hopping on the left, and glared at him.

Melvin knew the kid's game and pulled out his phone. "Maybe I should just call you an ambulance."

"You..." Preston snapped to his feet, glaring at Melvin before he stormed off to the car.

Jocelyn, feeling like a fifth wheel, still felt the need to apologize to the student's guardian. "Preston was just being a good student. He got hurt trying to help me. I'll cover the medical bills."

Melvin's tone was anything but friendly, "Of course. Who else?"

Jocelyn looked down, her feelings a bit fragile.

Melvin's attitude was getting under her skin. But she tried to put herself in his shoes; any parent would be ticked off if their kid got hurt because of a teacher.

But Melvin was being too blunt, lacking any hint of subtlety.

She knew why she was upset. Because Melvin had turned frosty way too fast.

"You should take Preston for the check-up and then send me the bill. I'll transfer the cash to you," Jocelyn pulled herself together. She shouldn't be over-sensitive; any attitude from him was fair game now.

Melvin's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're his teacher, and he got hurt because of you. So, don't you think you should come along?"

Jocelyn bit her lip.

Yes, she should.

Watching Preston in the backseat, she climbed into the car and sat next to Preston.

On the way to the hospital, Willow called Melvin to check where he was, and he mentioned they were heading to the hospital.

Once they arrived, Willow showed up wearing a black mask, worried sick about Preston.

Turned out, Preston only had a few scrapes, nothing serious.

"We should probably start driving Preston to school," Willow's pretty eyes were full of concern. "Finals are coming up, and I'm not swamped with work. I can take him to school until the holidays."

Preston lifted his eyes, staring at Willow. "Who are you?"

Willow was speechless.

Nobody expected Preston to diss Willow like that. Those three words were a verbal slap.

"Preston, I..." Willow stammered, settling on "I'm your uncle's friend."

"Then you've got no business driving me." Preston was blatantly dismissive, which was a real slap in the face to Willow.

Willow's complexion soured, and she could only muster a show of strength by lowering her head, looking visibly distressed.

Jocelyn felt like an outsider in this drama. She came to pay the bill, but Melvin ended up using Preston's insurance card instead.

"Preston, get some rest at home," Jocelyn had to break into the conversation, "If you're still feeling off, just let me know and take a sick day, okay?"

"Mhm."