The Unwilling CEO's Love Game -
Chapter 104
Jocelyn's heart, wound tight as a drum all day, finally eased as she smiled at him, a genuine, carefree grin. "Okay." "Better head in," Harrison said, hoisting her suitcase to the security checkpoint. "Text me when you land, alright?"
"Yeah."
"Off you go."
Clutching her bag, Jocelyn passed through security and glanced back to see Harrison still waiting, his gaze catching hers. He waved.
At that moment, Jocelyn knew if she were ever to have a boyfriend, he should be someone like Harrison - kind, considerate, and deeply respectful, with qualities that left many in the dust.
The thought of him brought a smile to her face, a smile so deep she was oblivious to the two figures watching her. They saw everything.
"See? Without you, she's got better options," Yasmine said with a smirk, enjoying the sight of Melvin's crestfallen face. "Serves you right for being so high and mighty."
Melvin's eyes glinted darkly. "They kissed."
"People in love kiss. And if they're sleeping together, so what? That's their right," Yasmine goaded with a sharp tongue.
With each breath, Melvin's chest ached. "Heh, fickle creature!"
Yasmine could not help but give him another look at the sound of his bitter laugh. "Realized you're yesterday's news, have you? Well, why shouldn't she toss you aside? You're not a vintage coin, treasured regardless of age."
Melvin glared at Yasmine, barely containing his rage.
"Staring at me won't change anything. Men, all the same," Yasmine said nonchalantly, slipping on her sunglasses, the very picture of indifference, as she walked into the departure lounge.
The thought of Harrison kissing Jocelyn and her apparent delight made Melvin's blood boil.
She said she had nothing with that man, so why did she start dating him so soon after they broke up?
She probably chose to come to Berry City for a business trip because of that man!
The more Melvin thought about it, the harder it was to swallow his anger. He made his way to the airport service desk.
Jocelyn settled into her window seat on the plane, pleased with the spot. She leaned over to snap a photo to send to Harrison, signaling she was on board.
Suddenly, the seat beside her stirred. She looked up instinctively, her heart sinking a notch as she recognized the man sitting down.
Melvin settled in, looking perfectly at ease as if he did not notice her.
Jocelyn froze, her phone vibrating ignored in her hand, her mind racing with questions. Why was he here, in economy no less, when he should be in first class or business? She was on edge.
The coincidences were piling up too neatly.
Her phone buzzed repeatedly. It was Harrison calling.
Jocelyn glanced at the incoming call, her pulse quickening, and a sense of guilt washed over her. She turned slightly and picked up.
The phone was at her left ear, a defensive gesture, perhaps.
"You haven't taken off yet?" Harrison's gentle voice came through.
"No, not yet."
"I should be able to see your plane when you do."
"What?" Jocelyn's curiosity piqued. "Where are you?"
"I sent you a picture. Didn't you see?"
Jocelyn was stunned for a brief moment. She had been too distracted by Melvin to check her messages. Quickly, she exited the call and checked her Facebook. There was the photo, a beautiful blue sky.
His message read: [Gorgeous weather today. I can see your plane from here.]
Her heart warmed at the message and photo.
Back on the phone, her voice was soft and affectionate. "Why haven't you left yet?"
"I couldn't bear to."
Embarrassment tinged Jocelyn's cheeks.
The plane's intercom announced preparations for takeoff and to switch off electronic devices.
Harrison understood even before she could reply. "Have a safe flight," he said. "Call me when you land."
"Okay, bye."
After hanging up, Jocelyn exhaled deeply, only to be startled by a scoff from the next seat. She glanced over to see Melvin, eyes shut, mouth curled in a sneer. She wondered if he had heard her call. But why should it matter? She was talking to her boyfriend.
As the plane ascended, her ears popped, and her hands clutched the armrests tightly. Each takeoff and landing was a battle against her nerves.
In a moment of panic, her hand brushed against the man beside her. She quickly retracted, waiting for the brief discomfort to pass. Once the plane leveled out, she exhaled in relief.
When the seat belt sign went off, Jocelyn unbuckled and made a beeline for the restroom, eager to escape Melvin's presence.
Thus, she stood up and glanced at the man, whose eyes were closed and seemed asleep. The space between seats was too tight, so it would be impossible for her to leave her seat without touching him. Jocelyn could not imagine what terrifying look he would give her if she were to wake him now.
Thus, she settled back into her seat, her gaze fixed on the clouds outside, finding solace in the expanse of white fluff against the blue backdrop. For a moment, her mind was clear, free from the turmoil. An hour later, the urge to visit the restroom returned, stronger this time. However, from the corner of her eyes, she saw Melvin stand up and walk towards the back, probably also heading to the restroom. Taking this opportunity, she moved seats right after he did. By the time he exited the restroom, she finally walked over and passed him by.
Being the proud man he was, Melvin only glanced at her and said nothing.
Without thinking much about it, Jocelyn quickly went to the restroom and came out. She would have not returned to her seat at all if she was on a train. However, she would not be allowed to stand throughout the flight on a plane.
Thus, she navigated her way through the narrow aisle of the airplane, her eyes landing on Melvin, who was engrossed in his phone, his legs casually bent and resting in the path. She contemplated asking him to move but instead chose to maneuver around him, leveraging her long, slender legs to step over.
With a gentle grip on the back of the seat in front of her, Jocelyn carefully edged past, doing her best not to brush against him. But the tight space betrayed her efforts, and her leg grazed his pant leg. Melvin looked up at her briefly, causing her heart to race with a sudden flutter of panic.
Hastily retracting her leg, she managed to maintain a steady voice, "Excuse me, could you please move a bit? I need to get through."
Melvin, surprisingly cooperative, spread his legs to give her room. Jocelyn had not expected this gesture.
Did he not realize how awkward his posture was? Did it not cross his mind that it might look improper?
Convinced that he was doing this on purpose, Jocelyn bit her lip and stepped over him again, one leg now sandwiched between his. To settle back into her seat, she needed to lift her leg even higher to clear his other leg.
Suddenly, turbulence rocked the plane, and Jocelyn lost her balance, tumbling into Melvin's lap, her hand inadvertently landing in a most compromising position.
Her mind went blank.
A muffled grunt escaped Melvin as Jocelyn's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
The overhead announcement droned on, but Jocelyn could not process a word of it.
Frozen, she could not decide whether to move her hand or leave it there, painfully aware of their awkward positioning.
Melvin's voice came through gritted teeth, low and strained, "How much longer do you plan on... touching me?"
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