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

hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially

clearly that she had broken

moving'” Melvin’s low growl by her ear

oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she felt terrible all over.

was clearer, her body still felt out of

tried to free herself.

released her, and 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

breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts.

contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before finding her

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

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

she stumbled forward.

She met the ground

not a

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps, they

stung and her knees ached. It

accept help when you need

surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any

his arms, ignoring

refusing

as he walked toward his car, where the valet

Seeing her pout, he 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

silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

his right hand on the wheel, his left holding

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

she

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

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

determined to climb out of the

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

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded

would suggest a