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

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

ear

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 terrible all

clearer, her

strong push, Jocelyn tried to

something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of

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

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

She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out.

But in her haste,

she stumbled forward.

out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her

looking on, not a single person moved to help

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps,

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

just accept help when you

Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted

ignoring her

bit her lip, refusing

he walked toward his car, where the

grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask

silenced Jocelyn’s

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

cool breeze from the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to ring

a tissue, she pulled out

video chat every night unless it was too late, in which

if not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier.

climb out of the quagmire that

call, her voice steady. “Are you

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

he would suggest a