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

Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate

that she had broken

ear startled

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 terrible

though her mind was clearer, her body still felt out

to free herself. “Please, have

she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t

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

act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down

what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way

she’d be okay. But in her

stumbled

She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against

not a single person moved

Melvin’s imposing figure watching

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

hero? 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

into his arms, ignoring

lip, refusing to talk

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

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,

silenced Jocelyn’s

his right hand on the wheel,

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

palms with a tissue, she pulled out her phone.

was too late, in which

they’d be

of the quagmire that

answered the call, her voice steady. “Are you done for the

gone to bed?”

would suggest