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

in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially not her

had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was her

her ear startled her as

Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her

her body still felt out of

push, Jocelyn tried to

her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front

with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to

a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before finding her balance.

and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t

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

she stumbled

came to catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the

not a single person moved to help

Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps,

ached. It felt as though her entire body was wracked with pain.

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

surged through Jocelyn, but before she could

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

refusing to talk

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

pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want

silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

drove in silence, his right hand on

She watched the fleeting landscape outside

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she

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

they’d be even happier. But

was determined to climb out of the quagmire that was

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

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

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