The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 114

After dropping Preston off, Jocelyn let out a heavy sigh of relief.

On a sudden craving for a drink, she hailed a cab and made her way to a hotel bar not for from the campus.

Stepping inside, she immediately regretted it. Feeling committed by the sheer fact of her presence, she mustered the courage to order the lightest alcoholic beverage they had. Sipping tentatively, she looked up to find a familiar face seated nearby – Yasrnine.

Clad in a sleeveless red gown, her long curly hair draped elegantly over her shoulders. With one hand swirling a glass of wine and the other holding a slim cigarette, she exuded the allure and sophistication of a woman seasoned by life’s complexities. Her demeanor was intoxicatingly feminine, and yet, there was an unapproachable chill to her like a blooming alpine rose, beautiful but solitary.

Jocelyn didn’t want to strike up a conversation. Maybe it was the ambiance of the bar or her own restless state of mind, but the idea of sharing a drink with someone familiar didn’t seem too bad Setting aside the fact that Yasmine was Melvin’s sister, she seemed like someone worth getting to know

Before Jocelyn could make a move, Yasmine glanced her way Recognizing Jocelyn, Yasmine raised an eyebrow and approached with a smile, taking the seat next to her “Didn’t peg you as a bar goer,” she said, lifting her glass in greeting.

*Just felt like having a drink,” Jocelyn admitted awkwardly. “I’m not great with alcohol”

Yasmine chuckled, eyeing Jocelyn’s choice. “Baileys is definitely more your speed.”

Jocelyn, not versed in spirits, glanced at Yasmine’s glass

“Vodka.” Yasmine offered. Im not fond of it either, but what’s the point of drinking if it doesn’t make you feel something?”

Jocelyn sensed Yasmine was a woman with stories, her polished exterior briefly giving way to a hint of sorrow

“Preston’s transferring schools,” Jocelyn blurted, fishing for conversation to avoid awkwardness.

“Yes, Melvin’s handling it, Yasmine replied with a soft smile, “You must know why”

Jocelyn’s fingers fidgeted with her glass, feeling unsettled.

“I wanted him to attend a prestigious private school, but Melvin insisted his choice was better back then. Turns out, Preston’s teacher is someone his uncle is fond of.”

heart fluttered

said, sipping her drink. “I never knew he had someone special. Always feared he’d

lip, clutching her glass, lost for

end things. But it’s as it should be. Even with all the genuine feelings in the world, it’s not worth it if they can’t warm a man’s heart. Our sincerity isn’t cheap, why waste

Yasmine drained her glass, her smile tinged with bitterness, and signaled the bartender

drown her sorrows. Nothing but love troubles could

on the drink, Jocelyn said, concerned as Yasmine drank

off. “I can hold

must be serious to drive her to drink like this. “Who’s picking you up later?” Jocelyn checked the

dismissively. “Go if you must Don’t worry about me

men glancing their way Yasmine was too attractive and too drunk to be left

hair flirtatiously. Her eyes sparkled with a seductive sorrow

concerned, took away Yasmine’s empty glass. “No

Jocelyn’s hand. “If you’re worried, call Melvin

Jocelyn froze.

haven’t really let go of Melvin. True letting go isn’t

was in

eyes held

and saw the hint of tears in Yasmine’s eyes.

the other from their heart. Even if one manages to cut them out, the scar remains, indelible.

hazy, said, “Please call Melvin

“I can still dine with my ex-husband. A call from me, and he’d show up. Love fades, but friendship remains, right? How could we erase every trace of our shared past? Without deep hatred, and with a history of love, how could

tear rolled down

wasn’t just talking about Jocelyn, she was talking about herself.

couldn’t face Melvin. She couldn’t even bear the idea of being just friends with him.

feared that friendship would only leave her wanting

to maintain a fnendship laced with flirtation was strong.

spiritual connection.