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

the while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially not

she remembered clearly that she had broken up with

low growl by her ear startled her as they

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

was clearer, her body still felt

strong push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please,

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

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

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

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

be okay. But in her

stumbled

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

on, not a single person

Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the

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

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

through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any

arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t

refusing to talk to

his car, where the valet promptly opened the door for him.

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

silenced

silence, his right hand on the wheel,

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

palms with a tissue, she pulled out her

unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave a

the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier.

of the quagmire that was

voice steady. “Are you done for the

gone to

knowing he would suggest