The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 99

On the car ride home, Jocelyn clutched a bouquet, telling herself not to look back.

But the moment the car pulled away, her gaze, disobedient as ever, caught a glimpse of Melvin sitting by the window, alone and looking rather forlom.

“What’s up?” Sitting next to her in the backseat, Harrison instantly picked up on her mood.

Jocelyn shook her head, withdrawing her gaze. “It’s nothing.”

Harrison did not press further.

A wise man knows when to leave well enough alone.

When they arrived at the hotel, Harrison did something different this time. Instead of saying goodbye outside, he walked her to her door Standing at the threshold, Jocelyn looked down at the flowers in her arms. “Thank you.”

“Boyfriends giving girlfriends flowers is as natural as Thanksgiving turkey; you don’t need to thank me, Harrison said with a hint of reluctance. “I had a great time today because you made it feel like a real date.”

Jocelyn blushed at his words She, too, had felt the flutter of romance.

Back when she was with Melvin, everything was so secretive they could never have been this open about their relationship.

“Yeah, I had fun too, Jocelyn admitted, her heart touched by his care.

There was an awkward pause before Harrison suggested, “You should get some rest”

“You too,” Jocelyn replied, swiping her key card, the door clicking open.

Harrison lingered, not moving an inch.

Jocelyn laughed softly. “You should head back. Your ride’s waiting, isn’t it?”.

He nodded but still did not move.

Their eyes met again, and Jocelyn could not help but laugh.

“Are you going or not?” She teased, finding him endearing in his hesitation, like a teenager in his first romance.

A bit embarrassed, Harrison pushed his glasses up his nose and bit his lip. “I don’t want to go.”

Jocelyn paused.

“I just mean I don’t want to go. I’m not saying I want to stay,” Harrison quickly clarified, seeing her hesitation. “I just don’t want to leave.” Jocelyn stepped aside, laughing. “You’re not new to this, are you?”

“No,” he confessed earnestly. “But it feels like the first flush of love.”

Jocelyn knew that feeling well-the excitement, the longing, the fear, and the desire for more.

“Got work tomorrow,” she reminded him, stepping back into her room. “You better head back.”

“Okay.” Harrison took a step back, understanding the night had to end. “We’re officially a couple, right?”

Jocelyn nodded.

Harrison’s eyes, visible behind his glasses, betrayed his hidden thoughts, and Jocelyn, an adult herself, understood him perfectly.

She hugged the flowers tighter, feeling a nervous thrill.

She was torn between refusing and accepting what was unspoken between them.

I’m leaving, Harrison finally said, stepping back. “Good night.”

His retreat brought Jocelyn a sense of relief. She replied, “Good night.”

He took a couple more steps away. “You can close the door.”

Jocelyn retreated further into her room, her hand on the door frame. “Get some rest

“Yesh Harrison gave her a parting smile. “Close the door.”

She slowly shut the door, his figure shnaking from view

Jocelyn leaned against the closed door, releasing a breath she had not realized she was holding, her hand over her racing heart.

She was shocked

She had not expected her heart to race for Harrison.

The next moment, her phone vibrated.

Opening it she saw a message from Harrison on Facebook – a photo from the restaurant, snapped by the waiter.

Looking at their image, Jocelyn felt the joy of being in an open, honest relationship.

[Mind if I tweet this?) Hamison had asked

Startled, Jocelyn knew what that meant. She did not want to leave herself any outs, so she simply replied. (Go ahead ]

Soon after, she saw his tweet: (Commemorating our first date ] with the photo attached. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

He heart raced as she liked the post and prepared to tweet the photo herself. Hesitating, she drafted a caption but paused before posting. In the end, she chose to save the draft but did not post it.

Lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling, her thoughts were a mess.

But the image of Melvin sitting alone by the window was vivid in her mind.

Why was he here?

Why was he staying at the same hotel?

Why was he at that restaurant?

For a brief, absurd moment, Jocelyn felt like the heroine of her own story, with every man’s appearance tied to her.

She laughed at herself for being so conceited.

After her laughter faded, Jocelyn opened Twitter again and posted the saved draft, [To a better tomorrow.]

Her phone rang almost immediately. It was her dad. Surprised they were still up, she answered and was swept up in their questions.

She did not hide the truth, openly admitting her relationship with Harrison.

Her parents’ joy was palpable, even over the phone. Their happiness affirmed Jocelyn’s choice.

Someone approved by her parents might not be the best, but they must be good.

After hanging up, another call came in.

It was Preston.

Seeing the familiar number, Jocelyn answered.

‘You’re really over my uncle?” Preston sounded shocked. “Didn’t he go to see you? Didn’t you meet?”

Jocelyn’s heart skipped a beat but feigned calm. “He came to see me?”

“Yeah. When he heard I say you were on a business trip to Berry City, he went there too. I asked Zephyr, but he said they have no business in Berry City. I figured he went to see you. Preston was frantic, “Do you really not love him anymore?”

Jocelyn dodged his question. “It’s nine o’clock. Shouldn’t you be in bed by now?”

“I was about to, but now I can’t sleep.” Preston’s voice was tinged with urgency. “I swear, Uncle hasn’t been seeing anyone, definitely not

Willow!”

Jocelyn took a deep breath, trying not to let the conversation affect her calm. “Preston, you’re a student, and right now, what’s most important is focusing on your studies. You’re about to start high school in half a term.”

“I know that!” Preston insisted, ready to strike a deal. “Just answer this one question, and I’ll go straight to bed”

“Ask away

“Do you really not love my uncle anymore?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly as he awaited her answer.

Jocelyn gazed out the window, feeling a tightness in her chest, but her voice was resolute, “Let’s not talk about this anymore. I have a boyfriend now. Now, off to bed with you.”

Without waiting for a reply, she ended the call

it was not that she did not love him anymore; it was that she could not continue to love him.

And now more than ever, she should not

Her Twitter was abuzz with likes. Teachers from school, parents of students, Quinta, and old friends and classmates all sent their best

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