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 contact

clearly that she had broken up

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

clearer, her body

to free herself. “Please, have some dignity.”

for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of his shirt to steady

breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her

silently observed her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her

said. She had fallen once and was

be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated,

stumbled forward.

met the ground

the ground with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to help

but upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure

and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire

accept help when you

but before she could muster any

arms, ignoring her defiant

refusing to

his car, where

plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman with a

silenced Jocelyn’s

his right hand on the

She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to ring from

palms with a tissue, she pulled out

night unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her to

the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated

determined to climb out of the quagmire

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

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

yet.” Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video call next.