The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 17

Jocelyn had no class in the evening, so she headed home, pondering what to whip up for dinner.

Stepping out of the school, she spotted Preston waiting for a ride.

She approached him and casually invited. Come have dinner at my place.”

Preston looked at her, puzzled. “Instant pasta?”

Jocelyn wanted to punch him for that. “A proper dinner!”

With a cheeky smile, Preston replied, “I shall graciously accept.”

Walking together, Preston popped the question, “Isn’t there something you wanna ask me?”

“Ask you what? Jocelyn was genuinely confused.

“About Willow

A sparkle flashed in Jocelyn’s eyes, and she let out a small laugh. “The celeb?”

“You’re totally playing dumb about what I’m getting at, Preston was getting a bit anxious.

“Nope Everything about her is just a Google search away.”

Preston was at a loss for words. “You’re not the least bit curious about what’s the deal with her and my uncle?

Jocelyn felt a twinge in her chest but shook her head with a smile. Why should I be?”

Preston couldn’t believe how chill she was.

Could it be

“You don’t love my uncle!

Caught off guard, Jocelyn frowned. “Where’s this coming from?”

“Why else wouldn’t you care about the woman he’s been hugging?”

“What’s the use of caring? It’s already done, Jocelyn shrugged indifferently. Whatever is going on between your uncle and me is just an adult arrangement. Who knows where it’ll lead? Life’s unpredictable

Preston stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her in utter shock.

“What’s with the look? Jocelyn urged him on. “Let’s get moving.”

Preston, dead serious, said, “I’m even more convinced now. You don’t love my uncle, he is just some comfort for your loneliness.”

Jocelyn was tempted to knock some sense into him. “You sure sound like an expert, talking about loneliness and

comfort.”

“That just shows how well you’ve taught me, Preston said with a hint of smugness, his chin held high.

Jocelyn couldn’t help but laugh.

“Anyway, I’ve got your back. If my uncle is playing you while messing with Willow, just tell me. I might not be able to do anything about it, but his sister sure can.”

“His sister? Your mom?” Jocelyn inquired.

“Yeah Just so you know, we’re not fans of Willow,” Preston said with an air of vengeance.

Now, Jocelyn was a bit curious.

What had Willow done to earn their ire?

But she didn’t ask

know well that matters of the heart were personal, and what mattered most was the choice of those involved

Melvin was home already.

Seeing Preston follow Jocelyn in, he frowned. “Why’d you bring him along?”

Preston glared back resentfully.

“Leaving him to eat takeout every day, do you have no heart?” Jocelyn retorted as she took off her shoes and handed Preston a pair of lady’s slippers. “Make do.”

Preston, nonchalant, confronted Melvin, “My mom wanted you to look after me. It’s been this long, and I’ve never had a meal you cooked.”

“I gave you money Melvin declared with a sense of righteousness

“Moneys no substitute for a home. Why bother giving you the credit of being a doting uncle? Preston grumbled, plopping down next to him.

Melvin gave him a side-eye

Preston quickly scooted away, then yelled towards the kitchen, “Hey Jocelyn, maybe I should tell my mom I should board with you. She’d probably feel more at ease.”

Jocelyn was torn between laughter and tears.

Not a chance!” Melvin cut off his hopes abruptly.

Preston glowered at him.

Melvin reached out as if to smack him, but Jocelyn’s sharp reprimand stopped him. “Don’t you dare hit the kid!”

Melvin’s attractive fingers twitched a bit before he withdrew his hand.

Preston tauntingly shook his head at him.

Melvin shot him a deadly glare, and Preston quickly ducked into the kitchen. “Auntie, I’ll help you.”

Hearing this, Jocelyn stiffened as she washed the vegetables.

Without turning to see Melvin’s reaction, she said a bit uncomfortably, “Call me teacher.”

Preston scrunched his nose and glared, “He is a jerk.”

As teacher and student busied themselves in the kitchen, Melvin was occupied in the living room.

The sudden ring of the doorbell made Jocelyn’s heart skip a beat. She quickly stepped out the kitchen, locking eyes. with Melvin.

Visitors were rare here, and at this hour, it felt odd.

“Probably a neighbor. I’ll check “Melvin peeked through the peephole, then turned around with shock in his eyes Heading to the bedroom with his laptop, he said, “Your parents.”

Seeing Melvin’s retreating back, Jocelyn’s heart sank

Preston noticed the fleeting look of loss in Jocelyn’s eyes and couldn’t help but feel for her.

Before opening the door, Jocelyn tucked Melvin’s shoes into the shoe cabinet.

“Dad, Mom, what brings you here?”

“We were free today and thought we’d check on you. Why’d it take so long to open the door?” Daisy asked. “If you took any longer, your dad was about to bust it down.”

“I didn’t hear the bell in the kitchen.” Jocelyn placed slippers at their feet.

Calvin and Daisy stepped in, only to find Preston standing awkwardly at the kitchen doorway.

“Who’s this?” Calvin curiously asked Jocelyn.

e’s a student from my class. He’s on his own, so i invited him over for dinner Jocelin explained

to si “just whip up a couple of dishes really quick.”

Daisy glanced around the house, sensing something off.

Til lend a hand.” Daisy headed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and immediately frowned at the contents. “Aren’t these the gifts your dad sent to Mr. Martinez at the company? How’d they end up here?”

Jocelyn’s mind exploded.

How could she have forgotten about that?

Calvin, intrigued by Daisy’s reaction, came in and fixed his gaze on Jocelyn.

Suddenly, Jocelyn felt like she was under siege

Preston stood by, silently observing the awkward scenario unfolding before Jocelyn.

“Mom, Dad, I didn’t really want to spill the beans, but Mr. Martinez got the stuff you sent and had it passed on to me. First off, he never cooks at home, and second, he thought helping you out was no skin off his back, so he felt kinda bad accepting your gifts

But, like, if he’d said no at the time, he was worried you’d think he was turning his nose up at you. So, you know…” Jocelyn explained with all the feels.

“I see, Calvin sighed, Mr. Martinez is one of the good guys, huh?”

Jocelyn glanced at Preston subconsciously, and Preston rolled his eyes in a way that only Jocelyn could see.

The two shared an unspoken agreement and didn’t bother to object.

Dinner was ready, and the family of three, plus Preston, gathered around the table to eat.

Daisy was fond of Preston, who was such a sensible and good-looking kid. She fussed over him and, upon hearing he lived with an uncle who neither stayed home, nor looked after him, she couldn’t help but grumble about what kind of uncle did that

She even told Jocelyn to keep an extra eye on the kid.

Jocelyn nodded silently. She was just realizing that the saying ‘like uncle, like nephew’ was spot-on.

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But right then, Melvin was genuinely pitiful, starving in his bedroom, not daring to make a peep, like he was up to no good.

Preston was being super sly, snapping a pic of the spread on the table and sending it to Melvin, followed by a message saying how delicious it was.

Melvin wasn’t hungry, but seeing them enjoying a sumptuous meal filled him with an inexplicable sense of being abandoned.