The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 156

Jocelyn called Harrison to let him know she was safe as she returned to her apartment.

After a shower, her phone began to buzz incessantly.

She glanced at the caller ID. It was not a saved contact, but she knew every digit by heart.

It was past nine, and she let the phone ring out until silence took over.

Lying in bed, insomnia held her captive.

She checked her phone, and it was nearly midnight.

She got up for a glass of water when a faint noise by the door caught her attention.

Heart pounding, she set her glass down and tiptoed to the peephole. All she saw was a pair of shoes. The owner was presumably leaning against the wall.

The scene reminded her of Melvin.

It wasn't the first time he'd pulled something like this.

What madness had struck him tonight?

The only surprise was that he'd only called, not knocked.

She leaned against the door but didn't open it.

Yasmine Martinez had left Yanova City with Preston Turner. Zephyr was probably the only one she could call now.

After some thought, she dialed Zephyr's number.

The phone rang a long while before someone answered.

"Hello?" The voice was husky. It was not Zephyr's.

"Is this Mr. Hayden? I’m Jocelyn," she ventured.

"Uh, yeah, it's me." Yannick Hayden responded.

Without wondering why Yannick had answered Zephyr's phone, she said, "Could you please come and take Melvin back? He's lying outside my door."

Yannick sounded surprised. "He's at your place again?"

The way he used 'again' was subtle.

Jocelyn rubbed her temples and sighed, "I'd appreciate it."

"You really don’t care about him anymore?" Yannick asked suddenly.

Jocelyn paused, and then managed a bitter laugh. "Yeah."

"He's been trying hard, you know."

"Oh?"

"I mean, if you haven't let go, please maybe give him a chance. By that you're giving a chance to both of your futures." Yannick said unusually earnestly, "He's just got a sharp tongue, but he truly loves you."

Her heart raced; a tempest tossing waved inside her.

She replied looking down and fidgeting with her fingers, "Just come get him."

Clearly, Yannick hadn't expected her to be so resolute.

"He didn't knock, right? If he's not harming, just leave him be. He'll leave when he sobers up." Yannick advised. "It's late. Get some rest. Bye."

The call ended abruptly.

Jocelyn stared at her phone, then peered through the peephole again. He was still there.

With a hardened heart, she pretended nothing happened and returned to her bedroom. She shut the door and tried to sleep under her covers.

But sleep eluded her.

She restlessly tossed in bed and eventually sat up. She stared angrily at the bedroom door, then flung off her blankets in a fury. She went to the living room and put her hand on the doorknob. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Melvin was slumped against the wall, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.