The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 150

Jocelyn and Ursula were deep into a heart-to-heart talk about the tricky business of love, the kind that unfolds when the wine flows freely and the night grows long. They laughed and cried over memories, shared stories. about past flings and long-lost loves, especially Jocelyn’s history with a guy named Melvin.

It seemed he occupied a pretty big space in her heart.

As the buzz of alcohol set in, Ursula nudged Jocelyn. “Do you still carry a torch for him?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Jocelyn admitted, her gaze growing distant. “But I can’t love him like that anymore.” Ursula shook her head. That’s tough, honey.”

Jocelyn propped her head on her hands, her thoughts spilling out as freely as the wine. “I don’t want to marry anymore. There’s nothing good about it.”

“Is it because of him?

“No,” Jocelyn replied, cupping her face, her eyes a touch glassy. “It’s just… pointless.”

Ursula countered. Marrying someone you’re head over heels for makes all the difference. I haven’t found my Mr. Right yet. But when I do, I’m dragging him down the aisle

Jocelyn just smiled wistfully. She’d entertain the idea too, if only her man was willing too.

As they babbled on, a car swerved near them. Then it circled back and parked at the curb.

Zephyr and Yannick stepped out and walked over. They were an odd pairing-Zephyr in his black puffer jacket, Yannick in white. Together, they looked like they belonged in some trendy fashion spread.

Jocelyn glanced at them and quipped, “Are you two out for a date?”

There was an awkward pause from Zephyr, and a frown flickered across Yannick’s face.

“A date? Ursula echoed, her attention now on the two men. They were easy on the eyes-one like the warmth of summer, the other the cool of winter. One was a bit bashful, the other a touch aloof. Both of them were a visual treat, indeed.

You’re tipsy, Jocelyn, Zephyr remarked in a half-amused and half-worried tone.

She was usually so composed. This was another look of her they rarely saw.

Her laugh was like a melody, a flirtatious sparkle in her eyes. “Yeah, I’ve had a few.”

Concerned she might blurt out something inappropriate, Zephyr offered, “It’s late, and you’ve been drinking too much. Let us drive you home.”

“Ursula, who do you want to escort you? Jocelyn turned to her friend.

sober. She just waved her hand dismissively Tll

hail one too No

wondering, “Should

think? Yannick shot

could just call him.” Zephyr muttered, shooting another concerned look

women could really stir up trouble if they kept at it.

moment’s thought, he sat down opposite them and kept a watchful eye. Yannick stood

and sent it to Melvin with a

the next second,

Where are you?]

quipped: [You’re not even here,

conversation ended

minutes later, a sleek silver Porsche pulled

looked on in

Zephyr called out

startled by the shout. From Ursula’s side she could see the

expression. He was dressed in a black overcoat. His gaze locked on Jocelyn as he

but her smile faded as she turned away to avoid further eye

go abroad? When did you get back? Zephyr

hour ago, Melvin replied. His attention briefly shifted to the empty beer cans by Jocelyn’s seat, a

to it. “Well, if you’re here, we’ll head

“Sure.”

Zephyr and

The buzz from the booze was not enough to drown out the awkwardness of the moment.

she checked

me,

at Jocelyn, who remained

up and was

me.

an eyebrow appreciatively.

to Jocelyn, “Life’s short, have your

her a

nodded at Melvin and walked away.

you done drinking?” Melvin

beer left but didn’t take

go?” he asked again.