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

hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man,

that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison

ear startled

door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent,

her mind was clearer, her

a strong push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some dignity.”

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

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

tentatively took a step

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

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

she stumbled

to catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement,

passersby looking on, not a single person moved to

imposing figure watching from the steps, they

ached. It felt as though her entire

just accept help when you

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

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

refusing to talk to him.

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

her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself

words silenced Jocelyn’s

silence, his right hand on the

Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began

with a tissue, she pulled out her phone. It

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

the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even

was determined to climb out of the

call, her voice steady. “Are you done for

Have you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded

he would suggest a video call