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

wanted no intimate contact with any

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

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled

of 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

mind was clearer, her

push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have

her, and as she stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of his shirt to

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

a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying

knew too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing

taking the last step, she finally felt like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she

stumbled forward.

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

on the ground with passersby looking on, not

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the

and her knees ached. It felt as though her

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

she could muster

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

lip, refusing to talk

as he walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened the door for

her into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

drove in silence, his right hand on the wheel,

soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside

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

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

be

was determined to climb out of the quagmire

a moment, she answered the call, her voice steady.

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

replied, knowing he would suggest a video call