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

remembered clearly that she had broken

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as

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 of the wine were potent, and she felt

her mind was clearer, her body still felt out

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please,

forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front

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

her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down

had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink any

she finally felt like she’d be okay. But in her

stumbled forward.

came to catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to

ground with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from

ached. It felt as though her entire body was

Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice floated down to

before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted

scooped her into his arms, ignoring her

refusing

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

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

silenced

on the wheel, his left holding a cigarette.

window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the

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

was too late, in which case he’d

they’d be even happier.

climb out of

moment, she answered the call, her voice

to

replied, knowing he would suggest a video