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.

pretty sober. She just waved

hail one too No need for a

wondering, “Should we

think? Yannick shot

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

if they kept at it. If Jocelyn weren’t the apple of

sat down opposite them and kept a watchful eye. Yannick stood by in his protective

it to Melvin with a simple question:

the next second,

Where are you?]

location and quipped: [You’re not even

ended

a few minutes later, a sleek silver Porsche pulled up to the

on in surprise.

called

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

black overcoat. His gaze locked on

smile faded as she turned away to avoid further

you go abroad? When did you get back? Zephyr asked

briefly shifted to the empty beer cans by

decided to leave them to it. “Well, if you’re here, we’ll head out.”

“Sure.”

Jocelyn, Zephyr and Yannick took

enveloped Jocelyn. The buzz from the booze was not enough to

Ursula said as she checked

with me,

at Jocelyn, who

I’m off Ursula stood up and was about to

me. Melvin offered.

an eyebrow

she left, Ursula whispered to Jocelyn, “Life’s short,

her

at Melvin and walked

drinking?” Melvin asked.

beer left but didn’t take another

go?” he