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 intimate contact with any man, especially not her

she remembered clearly that she had

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as they

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

though her mind was clearer, her body still

tried to free herself. “Please,

fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just

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

took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before finding her

She had fallen once and was still clawing

she finally felt like she’d be okay. But in

she stumbled

came to catch her; 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

ground with passersby looking on, not

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed off.

her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was

help when you need

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

his arms, ignoring her defiant glare.

her lip, refusing

toward his car, where

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

words silenced Jocelyn’s

drove in silence, his right hand on the wheel, his

aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her

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

which case he’d

not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even

was determined to climb out of the quagmire

voice steady. “Are you done for the

gone to bed?” Hamson

yet.” Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video