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

squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate

had

Melvin’s low growl by her ear

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

her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of control.

push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some dignity.”

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

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

what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to

okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot

stumbled forward.

the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing

looking on, not a single person moved to help her.

Melvin’s imposing figure

palms stung and her knees ached. It felt as

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

Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any

her into his arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts,

refusing to talk to him.

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

her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you

silenced

right hand on the wheel,

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

wiping her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled

it was too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her to read in the

be even happier. But there she was, seated in

of the quagmire that was Melvin.

call, her voice steady. “Are you

gone to

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