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

She wanted no intimate contact with any man,

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

growl by her ear startled her as

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

her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of control.

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

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

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

Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper

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

But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped.

she stumbled

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, tears springing to

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

figure watching from the steps,

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

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

but before she could muster any strength,

into his arms, ignoring

refusing to talk

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

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

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

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

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

bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out her phone. It was Harrison.

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

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

climb out of the

call, her voice steady. “Are

you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

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