The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 115

Jacelyn turned around and saw Melvin’s icy face.

What was once clear now doubled and blurred before her eyes

She rubbed her eyes, but the more she rubbed, the more the images seemed to multiply

He turned to Yasmine and asked, “What’s she been drinking?” Melvin’s frown deepened as he watched Jocelyn stagger her way across

the room.

Yasmine just pointed to the half-empty glass of wine on the bar. “Your little girl’s all grown up now.”

Melvin glanced at the drink and scowled even more when he saw Jocelyn leaning on the bar, struggling to make her way outside, her hands grasping for anything to steady herself.

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Just as her fingers were about to latch onto a newcomer to the bar, Melvin quickly wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close for

support

As he smelled the scent of alcohol on her breath, his expression turned even darker. He looked back at Yasmine. “Are you done?”

“Don’t worry about me. Just get her home,” Yasmine dismissed him with a wave, but added sternly, “And don’t you try anything funny.”

Melvin, feeling Jocelyn fidget in his arms, grunted, “I’m not interested in someone else’s girl.”

Yasmine bluntly hit him with the truth “Not interested, yet you’re holding her pretty tight there, aren’t you?”

Melvin’s face darkened further, and after a moment, he called up Yara to come and pick Yasmine up.

Yara, luckily nearby, arved to find Melvin cradling Jocelyn in his arms. She wondered if the two had reconciled, but as an assistant, she knew better than to pry into her boss’s personal life.

“Take Yasmine home,” Melvin ordered Yara before escorting Jocelyn out

while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially not

clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was

moving'” Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as they stepped

door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the

was clearer, her body

tried to free herself.

she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of

a heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to show she meant

a step down the stairs,

knew too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way

like she’d be okay. But in

stumbled forward.

ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her eyes from

not a single

but upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed

ached. It felt as

just accept help when you need it?”

Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted up

ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

lip, refusing

walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened

her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man

words silenced Jocelyn’s

hand on the wheel, his left holding a

watched the fleeting landscape outside when

with a tissue, she pulled out her phone. It

or video chat every night unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave

knew they’d be even

of the quagmire that

the call, her voice steady. “Are you done for

to bed?” Hamson

replied, knowing he would suggest a video