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 man, especially not her ex

she was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken

ear startled her

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

was clearer, her body still felt out of

strong push, Jocelyn tried to

and as she stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t

Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to show she meant no

took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before

had fallen once and was

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

stumbled forward.

She met the ground face-first, her

on the ground with passersby looking on, not a

figure watching from the steps, they backed off.

ached. It felt as

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

but before she could muster any strength, she

into his arms, ignoring her defiant

bit her lip, refusing to talk to him.

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

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

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

in silence, his right hand on the wheel,

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

bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

or video chat every night unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her to read

they’d be even happier.

climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

moment, she answered the call, her voice steady. “Are you done for the night?”

to bed?” Hamson

suggest a video call next. “I’m out.”