The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 269

Jocelyn had always thought that Harrison and Ursula’s relationship was rock solid, even growing stronger by the day. She was blindsided by the bombshell Ursula had just dropped.

“Maybe you’re overthinking it,” Jocelyn said, at a loss for how to comfort her friend. If the issue had been Ursula’s, it could have been addressed, but the problem seemed to originate from Harrison’s end.

She couldn’t very well confront Harrison about it. That would be way out of line.

“Ursula, you love Harrison, right?” Jocelyn asked. Her sincerity was shining through. “If you love him, trust him, believe in your marriage. I’m sure Harrison knows what he’s doing and he understands the commitment he’s made. You’re a team now, husband and wife. If something’s bugging you, you need to lay it all out for him.

There’s an old saying that everyone deserves a chance to explain themselves before facing the death sentence. Maybe what you need isn’t an explanation, but a chance to clear up a misunderstanding.”

Once more, Jocelyn took her hand. “Stop jumping to conclusions. Trust in the person you love.”

Deep down, Ursula knew she should trust Harrison, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was someone else who held a special place in Harrison’s heart, even after their marriage vows.

“Fine, I’ll listen to you,” Ursula said. Her mood was visibly lifting. She didn’t want to fall out with Jocelyn. After all, she had always known about Harrison’s crush on Jocelyn.

It was her own selfish desire to grow close to Harrison through Jocelyn that had sparked this whole mess.

She understood that she had used Jocelyn to get close to Harrison. Perhaps Harrison had accepted her because of Jocelyn.

Back at the room, Melvin’s gaze met Jocelyn’s with pinpoint accuracy.

Seeing Jocelyn’s troubled look, he frowned.

Jocelyn, sensing Melvin’s approach, subtly shook her head and sat down next to Ursula.

“Do you want to call Harrison to pick you up? Or we could drive you home.”

“I’ll call him,” Ursula said, looking at Jocelyn. “You go on with your evening. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s all friends here, and there’s nothing pressing at the moment. I’ll stay with you,” Jocelyn said, feeling a weight on her heart as if a stone was lodged there.

As time ticked by, the once lively crowd had thinned out until only the three of them remained.

Melvin glanced at the time. “Let’s just take her home.”

“It’s not necessary. Harrison is almost here,” Ursula reassured them with a smile. “You two should get some rest too. You’ve got work tomorrow.”

Jocelyn didn’t know how to face Harrison anymore.

She feared Ursula might resent any interaction between her and Harrison.

After a short wait, Harrison arrived.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Harrison apologized upon arrival.

Jocelyn could hardly bring herself to look at Harrison, let alone speak.

Melvin sensed that something was off since Jocelyn and Ursula had returned from their private chat. Even now, Jocelyn was avoiding greeting Harrison. He knew it had to be related to Harrison.

“Get your wife home and get some rest,” Melvin said, wrapping his arm around Jocelyn tenderly. “Honey, let’s head home and hit the hay.”

Melvin and Jocelyn’s intimacy was natural. It was the kind that only came from deep affection.

Harrison turned to Ursula, reaching for her hand and noticing its coolness. “Why are your hands so cold?”

Ursula felt the warmth from his fingers. It seemed the warmth was seeping into her heart, trying to heat her from the inside out.

Her heart had always been warm for Harrison; it was his heart that needed warming.

“It’s nothing,” Ursula said quickly, realizing she was wearing Jocelyn’s jacket. She slipped it off. “This belongs to Jocelyn.”

Harrison moved to take it, but Ursula gave him a look that made him pause. His gaze shifted away from hers.

As they left the hotel, Jocelyn was already seated in the car, with Melvin standing by as if waiting for them.

“Jocelyn’s jacket,” Ursula said, handing it over to Melvin.

Taking the jacket, Melvin gave them a look and said, “We’ll head out then.”

“Okay. Bye,” Ursula waved.

Jocelyn didn’t want to show her face, but it felt too rude not to acknowledge the farewell.

Rolling down the window, she waved to Ursula, deliberately not looking at Harrison.

She had always been clear of conscience, but Ursula’s words suddenly made her feel guilty.