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

Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact

was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was her boyfriend

low growl by her ear startled her as they stepped

oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects

her body still felt out of control.

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have

out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move

regaining her balance with 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

Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step

fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford

she’d be okay. But in her haste,

stumbled forward.

her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her eyes from the sheer pain.

on, not

Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps,

stung and her knees ached. It felt as

hero? Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when you need it?”

Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was

arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t

her lip, refusing

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

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 or leg?”

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

right hand on the wheel, his left holding a

She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to ring from her bag

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

every night unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for

Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car, feeling guilty

climb out of the

call, her voice steady.

to bed?” Hamson

Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video