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.

waved her

hail one too

wondering, “Should we insist

you think?

just call him.” Zephyr muttered, shooting another concerned look at Jocelyn, who was still

trouble if they kept at it. If Jocelyn weren’t the apple of Melvin’s eye. Zephyr wouldn’t bother

and kept a watchful eye. Yannick stood by in his protective posture, deterring any unwanted

a video of Jocelyn and Ursula and sent it to Melvin with a simple question:

reply came the

Where are you?]

location and quipped: [You’re not even here, why

conversation ended there.

later, a sleek silver Porsche pulled up to the curb.

looked on in surprise.

called out

the shout. From Ursula’s side she could see the man emerging from the

with a stern expression. He was dressed in a black overcoat. His

stare, but her smile faded as she turned away to

abroad? When did you get back? Zephyr asked curiously.

replied. His attention briefly shifted to the empty beer cans

them to it. “Well,

“Sure.”

to Jocelyn, Zephyr and Yannick

booze

ride has come, Ursula said as she checked her phone.

with me, Melvin interjected.

at Jocelyn, who remained

and was about to pay for

on me. Melvin

an eyebrow appreciatively. Thanks.”

left, Ursula whispered to Jocelyn, “Life’s short, have your

her a

nodded at Melvin and

done drinking?”

beer left but

go?” he asked again.