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 intimate contact

was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up

low growl by her ear startled her as

air greeted them 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 terrible all over.

though her mind was clearer, her body still

push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some dignity.”

break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help,

a 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

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

was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to

taking the last step, she finally felt like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and

stumbled forward.

ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her

with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from

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

accept help when you need it?”

Jocelyn, but before she could muster

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

lip, refusing to talk to him.

toward his car, where the valet promptly opened the door for him.

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

words silenced Jocelyn’s

hand on the wheel, his

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

a tissue, she pulled out her

or video chat every night unless it was too late, in which

if not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she

was determined to climb out of the quagmire that was

the call, her voice steady. “Are you done for

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

he would suggest a video call next. “I’m