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 with any man, especially not

she was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up

by her ear startled her as they

at the 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

was clearer, her body still felt

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please,

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

heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands

silently observed her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a

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

like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped.

she stumbled

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

on the ground with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to help

Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed off.

throbbed, her palms stung and her knees ached. It

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

it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster

ignoring her

her lip, refusing to talk

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

belt. 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

silenced Jocelyn’s

silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left holding a cigarette.

breeze from the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. 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

would call or video chat every night unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave

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

climb out of the quagmire that was

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

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

would suggest