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

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

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her

sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and

though her mind was clearer, her body

tried to free herself. “Please,

her, and as she 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

her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she

a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously

once and was still clawing her way out.

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

stumbled forward.

the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her eyes

ground with passersby looking on, not a single

figure watching

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

accept help when you need

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

into his arms, ignoring her

lip, refusing to talk to him.

as he walked toward his car, where the

advice, “If you try to jump but, ask

silenced Jocelyn’s

drove in silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left holding

aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

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

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

determined to climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

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

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

suggest a video call