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

clearly that she had broken up with Melvin.

low growl by her ear startled her as they

spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects

though her mind was clearer, her

push, Jocelyn tried to free

stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front

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

this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper

had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford

be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and

stumbled

back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears

on, not a single

imposing figure watching from

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

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

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

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

her lip, refusing to

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

offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman with

words silenced

hand on the

She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her

she pulled

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

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

of the quagmire that was Melvin.

her voice steady. “Are you done for

Have you gone to bed?” Hamson

replied, knowing he would suggest a video