The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 44

This kind of question, if asked between two super close pals in private, might be okay to slip out. But it was pretty clear that Willow popping the question at a moment like this was way out of line, and even downright annoying to people.

Zephyr was feeling pretty awkward himself, "Willow, you've had a bit too much to drink."

But Willow kept her eyes fixed on Jocelyn, lips curling into a smirk, "What's the big deal? You think he's gonna be your last dude or something?"

"Willow, mind your words," Melvin chimed in with a frosty reminder.

Willow chuckled, "What's up? Can't we just shoot the breeze about this? What's there to hide?"

Clearly, she was hell-bent on making Jocelyn squirm.

She didn't buy for a second that Jocelyn, with all her flirty charm, hadn't been in love or had other men before.

Just let Melvin find out about another guy, and he'd surely have a chip on his shoulder.

Melvin, with his intense possessiveness, wanted someone all to himself.

"Willow, are you that nosy about my private life?" Jocelyn had seriously underestimated Willow's lack of scruples, answering coolly, "If you were a guy asking me out, maybe I'd tell you your number in line."

Willow’s eyes narrowed, "Ooh, is it a tough topic for you?"

Discussing a woman's love story in front of everyone like this was just gross and disgusting.

Jocelyn was pretty put off. She really didn't get how Willow, who had managed to craft such a rational persona, could be so impulsive behind closed doors.

She no longer wanted to share the space with Willow.

Getting up, she said, "Sorry, something here doesn't sit right with me. I'll be taking my leave." After that, she didn't even bother with Melvin. She just grabbed her bag and left.

Melvin, with a stony face, gave Willow a deep look, stood up, and said with a downcast gaze, "Willow, you're overstepping."

"Hey, Melvin..." Zephyr saw him leaving and rushed out after him, "Willow's just drunk, man. Go easy on her, talk to Jocelyn, tell her not to sweat it."

Melvin's eyes darkened, "You think she's just drunk?"

Zephyr tried to defend Willow, "You know she's been into you for ages. It's gotta sting, seeing another chick by your side all of a sudden. We've all known each other for years, man, cut her some slack."

"I've been more than patient with her. She's the one who crossed the line and didn't know when to stop," Melvin said angrily. "And another thing, whatever happened back then is water under the bridge. She chose to walk away, so she should've known there was no going forward between us."

"She had her reasons back then," Zephyr tried to keep explaining for Willow.

Melvin replied coldly, "Whether she had reasons or not, she knows best."

"Do you really have zero feelings for her now?" Zephyr felt bad for Willow. She had put a lot into this relationship.

"Do you think this is the time to talk about this?" Melvin shot back.

Zephyr had nothing to say and sighed softly, "I just think if you still had feelings for her, you wouldn't hurt her like this."

"No feelings," Melvin said curtly. "If she wants to maintain what we have now, she needs to know her place."

After that, Melvin left, and Zephyr, feeling dejected, turned back into the private room.

He saw Willow covering her face, sobbing. He walked over helplessly, "What you said earlier was kind of over the line."

"Why'd he move on so fast? He must hate me," Willow looked up, tears streaming down, choking up, "All I did was get stronger, so I wouldn’t have to watch him have nothing and be powerless. Was that wrong?"

Zephyr felt sorry for her, crying like a waterfall, but he was at a loss for words.

"You left him decisively when he had nothing," Yannick, who had been quiet most of the time, cut to the chase.

"I... I had no choice," Willow gasped, "If I knew there would be a day like this, I would've never left him."

"If he still had nothing, would you have stayed by his side?" Yannick asked indifferently.

"Of course!" Willow was firm.

Yannick’s eyes were calm, "But there are no ifs. When he had nothing, it was Jocelyn who stood by him."

Zephyr snapped his gaze to Yannick.

How did he know?

Willow’s expression also froze.

...

Jocelyn walked out of the club and strolled along the sidewalk, taking her time, waiting for Melvin.

If he would come after her, she felt like all the grievances she suffered from Willow could be wiped clean.