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

no intimate contact

clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was

Melvin’s low growl by her ear

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

though her mind was clearer, her

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some

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

breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy

tentatively took a step

fallen once and was still clawing

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

stumbled forward.

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

with passersby looking on, not a

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps,

ached. It felt as though her

be easier to just accept help when

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

arms, ignoring her defiant

bit her lip, refusing to talk

his car, where the valet promptly opened the

a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump

silenced

his right hand on the wheel,

to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her

a tissue, she

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

was attentive, and if not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even

was determined to climb out of the quagmire that was

the call, her voice steady.

you gone to

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