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

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

that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as they stepped

blast of cold air greeted them at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects

though her mind was clearer, her

tried to free

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

movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts.

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

and was still clawing her way

taking the last step, she finally felt like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her

stumbled

no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her

looking on, not a single person moved

but upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the

knees ached. It

Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when you need it?”

Jocelyn, but before she could

ignoring her

refusing to talk to

car, where

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

silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

in silence, his right hand on

from the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to ring from her bag

she pulled out her

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

Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there

climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

moment, she answered the call, her voice

you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

would suggest