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

Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate

she remembered clearly that she had broken up with

her ear startled her as they

cold air greeted them at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up

was clearer, her body still felt out

tried to free

something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help,

with her

took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before finding her

was still clawing her way out. She

finally felt like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped. Her eyes

stumbled

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

the ground with passersby looking on, not a

imposing figure watching from the steps,

ached. It felt as though her entire body was

to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice floated down to

surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she

scooped her into his arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t

refusing to talk to him.

his car, where the valet promptly opened the door for

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

words silenced

drove in silence, his right hand on the wheel, his

Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to

a tissue, she pulled out her phone. It was Harrison.

chat every night unless it was too late, in which

for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be

to climb out of the

voice steady. “Are you done for

to bed?”

knowing he would suggest a video call next. “I’m out.”