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 not her

dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken

her ear startled her as they stepped

spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of

her body still felt out

push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some

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

with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to show she meant no more contact.

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

and was still clawing

okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot

stumbled forward.

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

passersby looking on, not a single person

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps, they

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

when

surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted

ignoring her

refusing to talk

said as he walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened

pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but,

silenced

silence, his right hand on the wheel,

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

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

which case he’d

the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was,

climb out of

voice steady. “Are you done for the

Have you gone to bed?” Hamson

yet.” Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest