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 contact with

that she had broken up with Melvin.

moving'” Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as they

door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she

though her mind was clearer, her body

tried to free herself. “Please, have some

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

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

act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down

too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She

taking the last step, she finally felt like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated,

she stumbled forward.

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

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

Melvin’s imposing figure watching

palms stung and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was wracked with

the hero? Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when you need it?”

but before she could muster

ignoring her defiant glare.

lip, refusing

said as he walked toward his car, where

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

words silenced

right hand on the wheel, his left

window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched

with a tissue, she pulled out her

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

if not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But

determined to climb out of the quagmire that

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

Have you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded

suggest a video call next. “I’m out.”