The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 72

Caught in a heavy downpour with overwhelming mental stress, Jocelyn could hardly avoid catching a cold.

Her fever spiked to 40 degrees in the middle of the night.

Melvin immediately rushed her to the hospital. After two IV drips, her fever finally broke.

Dawn was breaking by this time.

Different from last night’s downpour, it was a sunny day this morning.

Melvin's phone buzzed insistently. He glanced at the woman in the bed before walking to the window to take the call.

"Is it done?"

"Yeah, everything's been pulled down. Also found the person who leaked the photos."

"Who?"

"Willow." Zephyr replied, "What do you plan to do?"

Melvin's eyes darkened, his voice cold as ice, "She's been too high-strung lately, time for her to take a break."

After hanging up, Melvin turned to see the woman had woken.

He walked over, felt her forehead. The temperature hadn't risen again.

Just for one night, Jocelyn was bleary-eyed and deflated.

"Got any explanations?" Melvin pulled up a chair next to the bed, propped up his leg, ready to grill her.

Jocelyn turned her face away, swallowing hard, "No."

Her voice was raspy and far from pleasant, which clearly annoyed Melvin.

He let out a cold chuckle, "This is how you plan to handle things?"

Jocelyn faced forward again, clammed up.

She didn't know what to say. Things had spiraled this far; even a mouth full of excuses couldn't stand up to the cyberviolence. She was bound to lose this battle of words.

Seeing her lackluster face, Melvin's frown could've squashed a fly.

"Don't act like you're at death's door. Why bother with things you haven't done? You could’ve ignored all the nonsense and just walk your way." Melvin barked at her, kicking the bed unceremoniously, "Turn around, look at me."

Jocelyn refused to meet his gaze.

Melvin didn't push, and said in a cool voice, "Getting your life messed up over a guy you've known for a few days? Have I ever embarrassed you like this in all the years we've been together? Don't think a guy's good to you just because he's willing to be seen public with you. If he doesn't bring you any trouble, that's when he truly cares." Melvin glanced at her, but she didn't even bat an eyelid.

Jocelyn had to admit, he hadn't put her in a tight spot over the years, but she wasn't naive. Without someone pulling strings behind the scenes, this would never be possible.

Once she cooled down, it clicked. It could be an accidental snap capturing them at the hotel exit, but what about that other time with Melvin? Waiting to release it now meant someone had been biding their time, ready to trash her rep.

It was a long game. She even had a hunch who was stirring the pot.

It’s possible for anyone to snap the hotel dining photo, but that shot with Melvin in the frame? It wouldn’t be easy.

The guy even took the photo from a particular angle that didn't show Melvin’s face. Thinking of the people who were possibly there, it was not hard to guess her identity.

"So, thanks for the years of secret love affairs. After all, it sounds like you were protecting me," she finally said, her voice weak but cutting.

Melvin didn’t seem to agree with her words, "Now that it's out in the public, it might not blow up like this. But it would undeniably cause trouble."

"Ha," Jocelyn scoffed, giving him a side-eye, "Do you even know who's behind this mess?"

Melvin's casually resting fingers twitched, "Told you not to take those street interviews. Don't you think you brought this on yourself?"

Jocelyn took a deep breath, fearing she'd lose it and throw the IV bottle at him.

She turned her back to him, "Thanks for bringing me here. You can leave now."

"Don't get snippy with me." Melvin showed a rare patience, "Think about who was with you last night, who took care of you. Don't be so ungrateful."