The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 55

Jocelyn and Harrison were chilling at a coffee shop, and Jocelyn was kind of squirming about how to ask for his Facebook ID.

She had peeped his profile before, and it looked like his mobile number.

"What's your number?" Jocelyn asked, "Let's swap our phone numbers. So it would be easier to keep in contact for us."

"What's yours? I'll hit you up," Harrison took out his phone.

Jocelyn rattled off her number, and in no time her phone rang.

"It's me."

Jocelyn nodded, saving his number, and then hopped onto Facebook and added him as a friend.

Looked like he's clueless about being deleted previously.

Sure enough, the friend request sailed through without a hitch.

She let out a little sigh of relief.

The two of them kept the convo light and breezy. Chilling with Harrison, Jocelyn felt like she was in her happy place. His vibe was all kinds of good, like a cool summer breeze – no stress but just comfort.

For a moment, Jocelyn thought Harrison's pretty dope.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call," Harrison grabbed his phone and answered. After hollering "Mom" into the receiver, he was all draped in resignation.

Jocelyn picked up on it – the classic matchmaking hustle.

After hanging up, Harrison looked sheepish, "Sorry."

"I understand. At our age, getting the marriage nudge from parents is quite common. They are out of good concerns, from their perspective," Jocelyn totally got it.

Harrison shook his head, an expression of helplessness, "Mom's got me on lockdown. By year's end, I shall be at least engaged."

Jocelyn's got sympathy for the guy; thankfully, her parents weren't breathing down her neck that hard.

"Then wish you meet your Miss Right and give your parents some peace of mind," Jocelyn lifted her coffee for a toast.

With a helpless grin, Harrison admitted, "Can't deny they're out of good intentions. But finding true love is never easy, right? I don’t want to settle because of age. Otherwise, I wouldn't still be single."

Jocelyn saw Harrison as this unspoiled, clear-sky kind of dude – untainted by the mundane, steering clear of the peanut gallery. He had got his head in the game, living life on his own terms.

"I bet you feel the same," Harrison said, eyes intent behind his glasses.

Jocelyn could relate, for sure. She raised her cup again, "Yes, I do."

Harrison cracked a smile.

They're in the same leaky boat, it seemed.

Nearing eleven, Harrison checked the time, "It’s been my pleasure to talk with you. But I have to leave now. See you next time."

"Parting's sweet sorrow and all that jazz," Jocelyn stood up, grinned, and said, "Looking forward to seeing you again."

Harrison stood too, nudging his glasses, and replied with a warm gaze, "Same here."

Jocelyn walked him to the airport entrance and stopped there.

Harrison took a last look back at Jocelyn as he headed to the security check.

Jocelyn waved her hand with a smile.

Suddenly, Harrison doubled back, facing her.

"We're friends, right?" Harrison asked, a bit cautious.

Jocelyn nodded, "Of course."

"Then... Can I get a hug from you?"

Jocelyn was a bit surprised.

Is this a response to that street interview question?

As Harrison waited, with a visible dimming behind his lenses, Jocelyn opened her arms wide, "Of course."

They embraced, a simple act for their friendship.

Deep down, everyone knew a goodbye might be the last.

The world's vast, yet sometimes so small.

Avoid a deliberate path cross, and it could be an eternal miss.

Harrison breezed through the security check, waving to Jocelyn again. Then he's off, swallowed by the crowd.

If Melvin had been gentler, she'd probably be giving him a fiery farewell kiss today.

But alas, Melvin's not the warm-and-fuzzy type of guy.

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