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

while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with

was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up with

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her

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

her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of

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

her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help,

she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still

act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the

Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She

felt like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped. Her eyes

stumbled

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

ground with passersby looking on, not

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

throbbed, her palms stung and her knees ached. It

to just accept help when

through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any

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

lip, refusing to talk

walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened

her seat belt. 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 arm or

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

right hand on the

watched

a tissue, she pulled

late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her to read in

knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car, feeling guilty

climb out of the quagmire that

she answered the call, her voice steady.

Have you gone to

he would suggest a video call next. “I’m