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

no intimate contact with any man, especially not her ex

she remembered clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was her boyfriend now.

growl by her ear startled her

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

her mind was clearer, her body still

to free herself. “Please,

something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the

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

Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs,

and was still clawing

But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her

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

looking on, not a single

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from

throbbed, her palms stung and her knees ached. It

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

it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could

ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

refusing

he said as he walked toward his car, where

offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to

silenced Jocelyn’s

hand on the wheel, his left

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

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

call or video chat every night unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave

for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be

to climb out of the quagmire that was

moment, she answered the call, her voice

gone to bed?” Hamson

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