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 with any man, especially not her

dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up

ear startled her as they stepped outside.

blast of cold air greeted them at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent,

clearer, her body still felt out of

Jocelyn tried to free

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

heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still

a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously

was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink any

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

she stumbled forward.

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

passersby looking on, not a single person

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching

knees ached. It felt as though her entire body

be easier to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s

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

his arms, ignoring

bit her lip, refusing to

as he walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened

seat and fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

in silence, his right hand on the wheel, his

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

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

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

distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car, feeling guilty

was determined to climb out of

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

gone to bed?”

would suggest a video call next. “I’m