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

in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially not her

remembered clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was her boyfriend

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

spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she felt terrible

her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of control.

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please,

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

synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she

Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before

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

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

stumbled

hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her

not a single person moved to

imposing figure watching from the steps,

It felt

accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy

did it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she

into his arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts,

her lip, refusing to talk to him.

walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened the door

fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman with a broken arm

words silenced Jocelyn’s

silence, his right hand on the

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

bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled

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

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

of

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

Have you gone to

would suggest a video call next. “I’m