The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 89

Jocelyn glanced at the ashtray he was offering, but she didn't take it.

Instead, she asked him flatly, "And who exactly are you to me?"

She had just turned away when she spun back around, her gaze landing on the official in the corner, who was too afraid to move. She said, each word deliberate and heavy, "I couldn't care less about my own career. But as for yours, it's finished."

With that, she left without any hesitation.

Her face was swollen, her hair a mess, her clothes disheveled, and that's how she walked out of the club.

Melvin hurried after her and grabbed her hand. He frowned when he saw tears streaking her cheeks—a sight he hadn't witnessed earlier.

"Leave me alone," Jocelyn rasped, eyes fixed on his grip.

Melvin didn't release her but tightened his hold.

He pulled her to his car, opened the door and pushed her inside.

Jocelyn didn't resist. She had no strength left and knew Melvin wouldn't let her go easily.

The car drove off and stopped by the riverside moments later.

The evening breeze was gentle. The lights from both banks twinkled. A small boat floated on the river, lending the bustling city a moment of tranquility.

Melvin pulled her out of the car and walked towards the river. The water reached their shins, but Jocelyn didn't make a sound.

It wasn't until the water was chest-high that Melvin couldn't hold back any longer.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?" Melvin had been holding his breath the whole way along, thinking it had been let out. But her lifeless act ignited his anger all over again.

The river water was cold. Jocelyn suddenly took another step forward and the water was now over her shoulders. All of a sudden, she plunged headfirst into the depths.

Panic instantly seized Melvin.

"Jocelyn! Come back!"

He dove in after her, searching frantically in the murky water.

He swam towards her direction and finally felt her.

Pulling her to the surface, he roared at her, "Are you insane?"

Jocelyn wiped her face, panting heavily, staring at the man in front of her who was fuming, "What does it matter to you if I die?"

"You..." Melvin was beyond frustrated.

Jocelyn's calmness was in stark contrast to his rage, "You said I wasn't worthy, so why bother with me? Isn't it degrading for you to entangle with someone you deem unworthy?"

"Don't push me, Jocelyn!" Melvin lost it at her words.

"I'm just stating the facts," Jocelyn said, taking a struggling step away.

Melvin caught her hand again.

Jocelyn turned back.

"What do you want?"

Melvin looked into her cold eyes and stubborn face. When did she start looking at him with such disdain?

It seemed she no longer cared about him.

"Why can't you just talk? Why can't you come to me properly if you need help? Who are you being so stubborn for?" He gripped her shoulders, frustration clear in his voice, "If it weren't for me today, do you know what would have happened to you?"

His words reignited the calm fury in Jocelyn, and she violently shook off his hand, yelling back, "Why should I come to you? Am I that desperate? Knowing you don't love me, should I grovel like a loyal dog begging for your attention?"

She scoffed, "Or is it that Willow can't satisfy you? You just have to have a taste of me?"

Melvin's veins throbbed with anger.