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

while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact

dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had

low growl by her ear

of 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 terrible all

her body still felt out of control.

tried to free herself. “Please,

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 his shirt

with her still foggy thoughts.

her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying

what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was

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

stumbled forward.

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 from the sheer

looking on, not a

figure watching from the steps, they backed

her palms stung and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was wracked with

hero? Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice floated

Jocelyn, but before she could muster any

ignoring her defiant glare.

refusing to talk to him.

walked toward his car, where the valet promptly

of advice, “If

words silenced Jocelyn’s

right hand on the wheel,

watched the fleeting landscape outside when

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

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

distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there

determined to climb out of the

the call, her voice steady. “Are you done for

Have you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

knowing he would suggest a video call next.