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.

She just waved her hand dismissively

I’ll hail one too No need for a chaperone.”

wondering, “Should we insist

you think? Yannick

Melvin were in town, we could just call him.” Zephyr muttered, shooting another

it. If Jocelyn weren’t the apple of Melvin’s

he sat down opposite them and kept a watchful eye. Yannick stood by in his protective posture, deterring any unwanted

Ursula and sent it to Melvin with a simple question: (Should we

reply came the next

Where are you?]

and quipped: [You’re not even here, why ask?]

ended there.

a few minutes later, a sleek silver

on in

called

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

a stern expression. He was dressed in a black overcoat. His gaze locked on

as she turned away to

did you get back? Zephyr

attention briefly shifted to the empty beer cans by Jocelyn’s seat, a frown creasing

to it. “Well, if you’re here, we’ll

“Sure.”

nod to Jocelyn, Zephyr

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

come, Ursula said as she checked her phone. “Do you want to…

me, Melvin interjected.

glanced at Jocelyn,

Ursula stood up and was about to

on me.

an eyebrow appreciatively. Thanks.”

whispered to Jocelyn, “Life’s short,

her a look.

Melvin and walked

done drinking?” Melvin asked.

a beer left but didn’t

he asked again.