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

squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially not

clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison

moving'” Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled

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

was clearer, her body still felt out

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

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

her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,”

observed her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before finding her balance.

fallen once and was still clawing her

taking the last step, she finally felt like she’d be okay. But

stumbled

the ground face-first, her chin scraping against

ground with passersby looking on, not a single person

hesitated, but upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure

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

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

but before she

her into his arms, ignoring

her lip, refusing to talk to

as he walked toward his car, where the

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 broken

silenced Jocelyn’s

silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left

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 was

every night unless it was too late, in which case he’d

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

of the quagmire that was

voice steady. “Are

Have you gone to

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