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

She wanted no intimate

remembered clearly that she had

ear startled

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

clearer, her body still felt

a strong push, Jocelyn tried to free herself.

for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as

her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands

her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before

was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t

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

she stumbled forward.

to catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin

on the ground with passersby looking on, not a single

imposing figure

palms stung and her knees ached. It

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

but before she could muster any strength,

ignoring

refusing to talk

toward his car, where the valet

plece of advice, “If you try to jump but,

silenced Jocelyn’s

hand on the wheel, his

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

palms with a tissue, she pulled out

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

be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car,

of the quagmire that was

she answered the call, her voice steady.

you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

would suggest