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 contact with any

dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up

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

cold 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

though her mind was clearer, her

push, Jocelyn tried to free herself.

and as she stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of

regaining her balance with 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 no more

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

fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink any deeper.

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

she stumbled

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

the ground with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to help her.

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the

chin throbbed, her palms stung and her knees ached. It felt as though

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

but before she could muster

ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts,

refusing to talk to him.

his car, where the valet

of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself

silenced

his right hand on the wheel, his left holding a cigarette.

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

tissue, she

in which case he’d leave a

knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated

to climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

call, her voice steady. “Are you done

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded

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