Jocelyn stared at that phone number on the screen, taking some while before picking up.
"Hello?"
"I'm heading back," Melvin said in a deep voice.
Jocelyn swirled the water in her cup, "Oh."
"Are you coming with me?"
"Nope." Jocelyn said, "Wish you a smooth sailing though."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, "I'll pick you up from the airport when you're back."
"We'll see." Jocelyn hadn't heard a peep from him last night and said with feigned ease, lips pursed, "Alright, we've gotta gear up for the next sightseeing spot, bye."
She hung up before he could respond.
Ursula was all eyes on her, "No explanation?"
"What's there to explain?" Jocelyn sipped her water, suddenly finding it a little tart, "He's nobody to me."
"After all you've had sex, are you sure you don’t care about him?" Ursula was gobsmacked.
"We're all grown-ups. Since he doesn’t give me a name as his girlfriend, why bother?" Jocelyn shrugged it off, "It's all just for fun."
Ursula shook her head with confusion, "I don't think you two should be like this."
"I've always felt the same. But they aren't facts, are they?" Jocelyn gave a bitter smile, "What can I do? Just gotta roll with it. I can’t make a difference all by myself."
Ursula could tell she was bummed out. She didn't know what to say to comfort her, it seemed like nothing would help.
"I'm fine." Jocelyn knew Ursula was worried and replied with a smile, "I've accepted it, so it's all good."
Ursula frowned and sighed softly, "Are you going to keep this up? Willow's pretty high-profile, and now with the media tagging him as her boyfriend. I bet the fans will not spare anything about him. I'm afraid you'll get dragged into it."
Jocelyn had thought about it, but she figured Melvin wouldn't let things blow up.
Without a doubt, a couple of hours later, the media reported that the guy wasn't Willow's boyfriend, but an old friend or a brand partner. They were just shooting an advertisement in the city and happened to be there to help out with a situation.
At that evening, Melvin video-called Jocelyn.
She answered.
On the screen, Melvin was sitting in a leather chair, wearing a black shirt. He seemed to work at the company.
"When are you coming back?" He leaned back and asked her.
Jocelyn didn't know why he was asking again, she had already told him that morning.
Getting no answer, Melvin raised an eyebrow, "I've bought you a ticket for tomorrow."
"No need." Jocelyn said, "I've got a few more days of fun planned."
"More fun than me?" Melvin said suggestively with a serious expression.
Jocelyn avoided looking into his eyes, which were affectionate and tempting enough to allure her.
Melvin swallowed, his voice husky and sexy, "Come back tomorrow, babe."
Jocelyn didn't want to listen to him, but faced with his pleading look, she softened.
The next day Jocelyn told Ursula she was heading back, and Ursula winked at her on purpose, "Going back to patch up your relationship?"
Jocelyn was a bit embarrassed by her teasing, "Sorry, I did say I wanted to hang out a few more days."
"No worries. I can have fun on my own." Ursula said, "Want me to drop you at the airport?"
"Thanks." Jocelyn said, "I've already called a cab."
As soon as the plane landed, Melvin texted her, saying he was waiting at the exit.
Jocelyn's mood lifted inexplicably, and she sped up, dragging her luggage toward the exit.
You're supposed to run to see your favorite person. However, it was too crowded for that.
She spotted Melvin's tall figure in a white T-shirt and black casual blazer at the exit. His slightly tousled hair made him more sexy.
Barely out of a scandal with Willow, he's brazenly showing up at the airport. Was he not afraid of being snapped by paparazzi?
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