The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 65

As Jocelyn just couldn't bail, she sat all resigned and quiet in her seat, not uttering a word. Even if Melvin was scheming to sell her off at this moment, she wouldn't say boo.

Melvin shot her a glance. "Still angry?"

"Nope."

"It won't happen again."

"Can you keep Willow from darkening your company's doorstep?"

Melvin's brow puckered slightly. "That's a separate issue."

"To me, it's the same thing." Jocelyn wasn't looking to pick a fight, her tone still even-keeled. "She's doing it on purpose, harassing my dad because she can't get to you. You can't guarantee she won't pull another stunt like today's, so your promises are worth squat."

Melvin was pretty even-keeled himself today. "It just happened to be your dad today; she would've done the same to anyone else."

"Coincidence?" Jocelyn snorted softly. "Why don't you just say she didn't know he was my dad then?"

"Jocelyn, can we be reasonable?"

"I'm not throwing a fit or making a scene. Isn't that being reasonable?" Jocelyn said, "Seeing how she treated my dad today and her smug face, I was holding back big time. I regret having not convinced him to reject that job at your company."

Melvin pulled over to the curb and turned to face her with a serious look. "What do you want me to do to put today behind us?"

"To blacklist Willow from your company."

"You're being unreasonable."

"Then forget it." Jocelyn unbuckled her seat belt, ready to open the door and get out.

The locks clicked down, and Jocelyn couldn't open the door.

"What are you up to?" Jocelyn asked blandly.

She looked at Melvin calmly.

She knew her request was absurd, but she was determined to be unreasonable.

As a daughter, was it wrong to feel for her dad?

Willow's arrogant mug was bouncing around her head on repeat, and she was just ticked off.

Melvin's voice was chilly. "Aren’t you scared of getting snatched up halfway home dressed like that?"

"None of your business."

"I don't want to argue." Melvin eyed her. "Put your seat belt on."

Jocelyn didn't go against him and fastened her seat belt. Heading out late at night dressed like this was indeed risky.

The car hit the road again, pulling up to the garage under his building.

Once parked, the door could finally be opened.

Jocelyn got out without a word and started walking toward the exit.

Melvin caught up quickly, grabbing her hand. "What are you doing?"

"Catching a cab home." Jocelyn was calm from start to finish, not giving off the vibes of making a scene.

The calmer she was, the more frustrated Melvin got.

His grip on her wrist tightened. "Don't push me."

"Don't push me," Jocelyn countered, locking her eyes at him, like a pissed-off cat showing her claws.

Melvin narrowed his eyes. "What do you really want?"

"You can't give me what I want, so what’s the point of asking?" Jocelyn tried to pry his hand off. "You know, if you hadn't shown up today, I might've slept it off. But you just came to bother me, making us both miserable. It was totally pointless."

Melvin stared at her, furrowing his brow. She returned his gaze, expressionless.

Eventually, Melvin let go first.

"Thanks." Jocelyn rubbed her somewhat sore wrist. "My dad said you had his back today, thanks for that. Also, it's me who can't let go, not you. So, sorry for putting you in a tough spot."