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

no

remembered clearly that she had broken

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as

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

though her mind was clearer, her body still

strong push, Jocelyn tried to free

something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move

not synced with her still foggy

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

She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink any deeper.

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

stumbled

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

on the ground with passersby looking on, not a single person

Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed off.

her palms stung and her knees ached. It felt as though

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

surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster

arms, ignoring her defiant

lip, refusing to talk

car, where the

Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try

silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

silence, his right hand on the

from the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone

wiping her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled

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

they’d be

to climb out of the quagmire that was

the call, her voice steady. “Are you

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

knowing he would suggest