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 any

remembered clearly that she had broken up with

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

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

her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of control.

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

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

her balance with a heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy

a step down

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

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

she stumbled

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

on the ground with passersby looking on, not a single person

Melvin’s imposing figure

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

the hero? Wouldn’t it 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 muster any strength, she

scooped her into his arms, ignoring

her lip, refusing to talk

he walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened the door for him.

a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman

silenced Jocelyn’s

right hand on the wheel, his left holding

Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the

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

which case he’d leave a goodnight

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

determined to climb out of

voice steady. “Are you done

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded

Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a