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

squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with

she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison

moving'” Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as

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

her mind was clearer, her body

Jocelyn tried to free

her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she

her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her

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

and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink

like she’d be okay. But in her haste,

stumbled

arms came to catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin

the ground with passersby looking on, not a

but upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching

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

to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice floated down to her.

it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could

her into his arms, ignoring

lip, refusing to talk to him.

walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened

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

words silenced Jocelyn’s

in silence, his right hand on the

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

she

too late, in which

Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was,

determined to climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

call, her voice steady. “Are

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

replied, knowing he would suggest