The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 226

Melvin was nothing if not blunt.

Jocelyn felt a bit overwhelmed.

"After all these twists and turns, we've bumped into each other again. I think our connection hasn't been severed. There's a chance for us to pick up where we left off, to continue," Melvin said, his tone as calm as if he were closing a deal, "What do you think?"

Jocelyn hadn't given much thought to the future.

When she met him, she never considered a future.

"Let's just wait and see."

Jocelyn's response made Melvin's eyebrows rise slightly, but he didn't press her. He nodded, "Alright."

Another brief silence fell. Melvin was about to suggest she get some rest when his phone vibrated.

He glanced at the caller ID and this time, didn't bother to hide it from Jocelyn.

"What's the situation?"

Jocelyn could tell from his tone it was about Castiel. She sat up immediately, her gaze locked on Melvin.

Melvin's expression turned grim, he said, "Whatever it takes, bring them back."

On the other end, Zachary was surprised by Melvin's insistence, "The current mess isn't something you or I escalated. They're the ones who stirred up trouble, so why go to such lengths to bail them out? Even if they're dead, it's none of your concern."

Melvin knew Zachary to be ruthless, so such a response wasn't unexpected.

"They must be brought back alive," Melvin asserted firmly.

Zachary chuckled lightly, "Any chance you could share the reason?"

Melvin glanced at Jocelyn, her face etched with worry.

In the past, knowing she cared for another man would have made him speak out of turn, but not anymore now.

Castiel was her friend and Euston's father. Whatever Jocelyn desired, he was determined to fulfill.

"Just get them out, and you'll understand," Melvin stressed with seriousness, "I'm asking you as a favor."

His words took Zachary aback. But before he could say more, Melvin had already hung up.

Zachary looked at the darkened screen and smirked, "What's the man up to?"

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and he swiveled in his chair, "Come in."

"Sir, Mrs. Turner has returned," his subordinate announced with due respect.

Zachary glanced at his watch and stood up, moving towards the door.

His car was waiting outside. He got in, "Let's head home."

The driver moved swiftly, and soon they arrived at a grand estate.

The night sky was void of stars, but lights blazed brightly within a five-mile radius of the estate.

As the gate swung open, the car pulled up right outside the entrance. The attendant hurried to open the door, "Sir."

"Where is she?" Zachary handed his coat to the attendant.

"Mrs. Turner is upstairs," the attendant replied.

Zachary headed straight for the staircase.

He pushed open the bedroom door to find it empty.

Hearing the shower running, he closed the room's door and approached the bathroom, knocking lightly.

The water stopped.

"What is it?" Yasmine's voice was cool and detached, echoed from inside.

Zachary leaned against the door frame, "Why are you back?"

"What do you mean 'why am I back'? This is my house. I come back when I wish. Do I need your permission?" Yasmine's tone was sharp, and she opened the door to meet Zachary's probing eyes.

Securing the sash of her robe, her hair still damp, she attempted to pass by him.