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

clearly that she had broken up with Melvin.

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as

which oddly helped sober her

her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of

strong push, Jocelyn tried to free herself.

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

balance with a heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her

observed her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before

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

step, she finally felt like she’d be okay. But

stumbled forward.

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

passersby looking on, not a single person

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

palms stung and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire

Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice floated

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

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

refusing to talk

where the valet promptly opened the

into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to

words silenced Jocelyn’s

on the wheel,

the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting

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

late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for

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

to climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

call, her voice steady. “Are

you gone to

he would suggest a video call next.