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

in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact

remembered clearly that she had

growl by her ear startled

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 the wine were potent, and she felt terrible

mind was clearer, her body still felt out of control.

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some

out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of his

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

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

knew too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still

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

she stumbled

out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears

looking on, not a single

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from

her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body

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

she could muster any strength, she was hoisted up

ignoring her defiant

refusing to

his car, where the valet

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 a

words silenced Jocelyn’s

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

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

bloodied palms with a tissue, she

in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her to read in the morning.

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

she answered the call, her voice steady. “Are

you gone to bed?”

yet.” Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video call next.