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

clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison

ear startled her as

of cold air greeted them at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit.

her mind was clearer, her

a strong push, Jocelyn tried to

she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help,

with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,”

observed her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a

too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her

step, she finally felt like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped. Her eyes

she stumbled

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

passersby looking on, not a

hesitated, but upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from

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

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

Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted up

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

her lip, refusing to talk to him.

walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened the

advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman with a broken arm or leg?”

silenced

hand on the wheel, his left holding a

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

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

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

not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car, feeling

out of the

moment, she answered the call, her voice steady. “Are you done for the night?”

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video call next.