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

the while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man,

she remembered clearly that she had

growl by her ear startled her as

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

mind was clearer, her

Jocelyn tried to

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 his shirt to steady

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

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

once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink any deeper.

okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated,

stumbled forward.

her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping

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

figure watching from the steps, they backed off.

and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was wracked

when you need it?” Melvin’s icy

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

arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

lip, refusing to talk

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

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

silenced Jocelyn’s

on the wheel, his left holding a

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

she pulled out her phone. It was Harrison.

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

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

was determined to climb out of the quagmire that was

voice steady. “Are you done for the night?”

gone to bed?” Hamson

suggest