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

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

her ear startled her as

sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober

clearer, her body still felt

strong push, Jocelyn tried to free herself.

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 front of his shirt

her balance with a heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to show she meant no more

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

She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink

be okay. But in her

stumbled forward.

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

not a single person

figure watching from the

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

be easier to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice floated down to her.

Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could

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

bit her lip, refusing to talk to

car, where the

settled her into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you

silenced Jocelyn’s

silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left

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

wiping her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out her phone. It

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

they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in

determined to climb out of the quagmire that

call, her voice

gone to

would suggest a video call next.