The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 73

Just for one night’s time, all those hateful comments about Jocelyn vanished into thin air.

It was like waking up from a nightmare, with only the memory lingering but no actual harm caused.

But that nightmare still had etched a lasting mark on Jocelyn's heart.

Lying in her hospital bed, she replied to each and every message of concern. Then she opened Harrison's Facebook message - he sounded so anxious, his words brimming with worry and care.

Jocelyn texted him back to ease his mind: [I’m fine.]

Harrison mentioned he had squared things away with his parents, admitting he had been thoughtless.

Jocelyn knew this wasn't on Harrison. Even if it weren't for him, those out to get her would find other chances.

In the afternoon, Zephyr came to visit Jocelyn with a bunch of flowers, with Yannick trailing behind him.

Zephyr was all flamboyance, while Yannick was reserve. The two of them standing together, though in sharp contrasts, somehow seemed inseparable.

"Hi Zephyr. Hi Yannick," Jocelyn greeted them, sitting up a bit straighter.

Truth be told, she wasn't tight with them. Their sudden visit today left her wondering if someone had put them up to it.

"We heard about the stuff online; you've been wronged," Zephyr said. "Luckily, it's all sorted now. Don't dwell on it too much, what's past is past. We've gotta move on, right?"

In a flash, Jocelyn got the point- they weren't here for a bedside visit; they were here to make sure she'd drop the matter.

They were friends of Willow.

And Jocelyn? She was just a shadowy figure Melvin kept out of the limelight, not fit to mingle with them.

The difference in importance between her and Willow was crystal clear.

Jocelyn chuckled, "True. What's gone is gone. It's not like there’s anything I can do, can I?"

Zephyr looked a tad uncomfortable.

Nobody was a fool here. Certainly they could see what Jocelyn meant.

"Thanks for dropping by. I just caught a cold from the rain last night. Everything’s fine," Jocelyn flashed them a radiant smile. "Don't worry, I won't waste time on battles I can't win."

Zephyr exchanged a glance with Yannick, who shot him a look.

"We won't keep you from resting then; we'll take off. Let's catch up later when you're better."

"Sure."

Zephyr and Yannick left the room, one after the other, closing the door behind them. Zephyr patted his chest, "I didn't say anything wrong just now, did I?"

"It depends on how she takes it," Yannick said expressionlessly. "That was a bit out of line."

Zephyr hurried after Yannick, "How was I out of line? Willow said she was about to join the cast, but suddenly she was replaced. If it wasn't for Melvin's tricks, how could that happen? It's all settled now, everyone steps back and we have peace, isn't that good?"

Yannick was beyond reasoning with him, "You know it was Melvin's doing, then why did you go after Jocelyn?"

"Willow came to me, then how could I not help? I didn't say much, just sussing out Jocelyn's stance. As long as she drops this thing, it's all good."

"It's never been in Jocelyn's hands to decide," Yannick looked at Zephyr with a hint of disdain. "You'd best keep your nose out of others' business, or you'll end up being the bad guy to everyone."

Yannick strode towards his car, Zephyr catching up and clapping a hand on his shoulder, "Why didn't you stop me at the start then? You speak up only after I've done it."

Yannick glanced at the hand on his shoulder, flicking it off with his car key, "Do you ever listen to me?"