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

clearly that she had broken up with

moving'” Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her

down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she felt terrible

though her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of

tried to free

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

not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to

and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body

was still

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

stumbled

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

on, not a single person moved to

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

throbbed, her palms stung and her knees ached. It felt

Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when you

through Jocelyn, but before she

into his arms, ignoring

refusing to

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

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 marry a woman with

silenced

silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left

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

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

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

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

of the quagmire that was Melvin.

a moment, she answered the call, her voice steady. “Are

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video