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

She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially

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

by her ear startled her as they stepped outside.

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

her body still

push, Jocelyn tried to

for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to

not synced with her still foggy

silently observed her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down

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

okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated,

stumbled

catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her eyes from the sheer pain.

on the ground with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to help her.

figure watching from the

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

just accept help when you need it?”

Jocelyn, but before she could muster

scooped her into his arms, ignoring her

her lip, refusing to

his car, where the valet promptly opened

of advice, “If you try to jump

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

drove in silence, his right hand on

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

tissue, she pulled out her

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

not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was,

was determined to climb out of the

moment, she answered the call, her voice steady. “Are you done for the

you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded

knowing he would suggest