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

she had broken up

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

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

clearer, her body still felt

tried to

out for something to break her fall. Melvin

a heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she

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

once and was still clawing her way

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

she stumbled forward.

reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin

passersby looking on, not a single person

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

and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was

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

but before she could muster any strength, she was

ignoring her

her lip, refusing to

walked toward his car, where

her into the passenger seat and fastened 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

in silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left holding a cigarette.

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

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

which case

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

to climb out of the

a moment, she answered the call, her voice steady. “Are

Have you gone to bed?” Hamson

he would suggest a video call