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

wanted no

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

low growl by her ear startled her

greeted them at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit.

was clearer, her body still felt

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

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

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

contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs,

well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink

felt like she’d be okay. But

stumbled forward.

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

not a single person moved to help her.

figure watching from the steps,

palms stung and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was wracked with pain.

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

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

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

refusing to talk

toward his car, where the valet

pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

his right hand on the wheel, his

watched the fleeting landscape

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she

too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her to read

they’d be even happier. But there

climb out of the quagmire

voice steady.

gone to bed?”

replied, knowing he would suggest a