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

wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially

dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up with

growl by her ear startled her as

shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she felt terrible all

her mind was clearer, her body still felt

tried to

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

regaining her balance with a heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her

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

and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to

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

stumbled

met the ground face-first, her

passersby looking on, not a single person moved to

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the

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

it be easier to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy

before she could

arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts,

bit her lip, refusing

car, where the valet promptly opened the

the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman with

silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

in silence, his right hand on

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

a tissue, she pulled out

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

and if not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car,

climb out of the quagmire that was

voice steady. “Are you done for

to

Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video call next. “I’m