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 remembered clearly that she had

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

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 of the

was clearer, her body still felt out of

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

to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto

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

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

knew too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink

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

she stumbled

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

with passersby looking on, not a single

figure watching from the

stung and her knees ached. It felt as though her

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

she could muster any strength, she

her into his arms, ignoring

refusing to talk to

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

her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man

words silenced Jocelyn’s

hand on the wheel, his

seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her

a tissue, she pulled out her phone. It was Harrison.

unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her to read in the morning.

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

of

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

you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

he would suggest a