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

in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially not her ex

she remembered clearly that she had

ear

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

though her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of control.

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

as she stumbled 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 of

a 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

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

fallen once and was still clawing her

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

stumbled

the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her eyes

the ground with passersby looking on, not a single

figure watching from the steps, they backed

ached. It felt as

accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice

but before she

ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t

refusing

car, where the valet promptly

passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

in silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left holding

Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to

tissue, she pulled out her

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

attentive, and if not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s

to climb out of the

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

to bed?” Hamson

knowing he would suggest a