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

was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was her boyfriend

moving'” Melvin’s low growl by her ear

Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a

though her mind was clearer, her body still felt out

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some

to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of his shirt to steady

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

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

was

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

stumbled forward.

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

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

imposing figure watching from the

knees ached. It felt as

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

through Jocelyn, but before she could

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

her lip, refusing to talk to

he walked toward his car, where

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 with a broken arm

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

drove in silence, his right hand on

aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to

a tissue, she pulled out her phone. It

unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her

be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car,

out of the

voice steady. “Are you done

you gone to bed?”

Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video call next. “I’m out.”