The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 63

People were inherently selfish. It might be a bit harsh to generalize, but Jocelyn knew all too well that she was pretty much cut from that cloth.

She wanted to be her hubby's everything.

She's even thought that if she kicked the bucket, she'd want her hubby to tag along for the ride.

That's gotta be some kind of sickness.

On some issues, she was a bit of a fanatic, too.

Melvin just shrugged it off and said, "Are there really guys like that in this world?"

Jocelyn cocked her head and eyed him, "Given our current relationship, if your mom and I fell into the river at the same time, who would you save first?"

The second the words left her lips, you could practically see his face lose all color.

"No 'ifs'."

Jocelyn frowned, "Can't you just play along and give me an answer?"

"My mom's passed away."

Jocelyn's breath hitched, and she blurted out reflexively, "I'm sorry."

She genuinely didn't know squat about Melvin's family affairs; he never mentioned his parents, and she just assumed they were both hale and hearty considering he's still a young buck.

Melvin clammed up.

Jocelyn just sat there in silence and said no more as well.

A million questions swirled in her head, but she didn't dare to voice a single one.

Ever since she popped that question, she could feel him wrapped up in darkness, the kind where there's no way to find your way out.

Suddenly, a thought zipped through her mind. Could his aversion to getting married have something to do with his family? Was it because of his mother?

But his sister's hitched and her kids are already growing like weeds.

Jocelyn sneaked another glance at him. He was driving stone-faced.

"I need to swing by the office for a bit." Melvin had already steered the car towards his company.

"It's cool, just drop me off at the corner and I'll hail a cab," Jocelyn said, not wanting to be a pain in the neck.

Melvin didn't stop the car. "Won't take long. Just hang in the car."

Jocelyn didn't feel like arguing anymore.

They pulled into the company's open-air lot, parked, and Melvin got on the phone without getting out right away.

From the car, Jocelyn spotted her dad, Calvin, at the main entrance, decked out in a security uniform. With hands full of bags, he used his body to prop the glass door, looking inside all smiles .

Soon enough, Willow showed up.

She was dolled up in designer duds. In a cocky manner, she looked down her nose at Calvin with sheer contempt.

They stepped outside, and whatever Willow said to her assistant, the assistant relayed to Calvin. Calvin hurriedly turned around and was to head away when he was called back again; as he listened to the assistant, he nodded and smiled. Then he scurried to load stuff into a minivan parked out front. After stowing the gear, he dashed back into the building.

Willow and her assistant stood by the car, their words lost on the wind, but their expressions screamed bad vibes.

They were staring at the company entrance, and the sneer on their lips was obviously directed at Calvin.

Jocelyn felt her blood boiling in an instant, her fists clenching slightly.

As Melvin finished his call, he saw Jocelyn staring daggers somewhere off to the side. He followed her gaze and caught sight of Calvin, empty-handed, looking like he was trying to explain the missing goods.

The assistant rummaged through a bag and said something.

Having been stunned for a second, Calvin soon plastered on a smile and went over to open their car door for them.