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

Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially

she was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken

low growl by her ear

them at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a

clearer, her body still felt out of

a strong push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some

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

not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,”

turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before

too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She

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

stumbled

to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears

with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure

ached. It felt as though her entire body was

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

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

scooped her into his arms, ignoring

her lip, refusing to talk to

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

pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but,

silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

right hand on the wheel, his left holding

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

wiping her 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

attentive, and if not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car, feeling guilty

out of the quagmire that was

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

Have you gone to

replied, knowing he would suggest a video call