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

clearly that she had broken up

by her ear startled her as they stepped outside.

Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit.

clearer, her body still felt out of control.

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have

something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just

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 contact.

took a step

said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out.

be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped. Her

stumbled

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

with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to

Melvin’s imposing figure watching

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

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

did it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was

his arms, ignoring

bit her lip, refusing to

car, where the valet promptly opened the door for him.

fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which

words silenced

on the wheel, his left holding a

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

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

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

they’d be even happier. But there

was determined to climb out of

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

gone to bed?” Hamson

would suggest a