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

Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man,

remembered clearly that she had broken up with Melvin.

by her ear startled her as

helped sober her up a

mind was clearer, her

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some

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

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

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

said. She had fallen once and was still clawing

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

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 to her eyes from the sheer

ground with passersby looking on, not a

Melvin’s imposing figure watching

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

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

it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could

ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

refusing to talk to

walked toward his car, where the valet promptly

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

silenced

drove in silence, his right hand on the

open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside

she pulled out her phone.

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

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

of the quagmire that

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

gone to

knowing he would suggest a video call