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

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

clearly that she had broken up

ear

Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects

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

a strong push, Jocelyn tried to free

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

with a heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts.

silently observed her perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the

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

be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped. Her eyes

she stumbled

the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her eyes from the sheer

looking on, not a single person

Melvin’s imposing figure watching from

stung and her knees ached. It felt as

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

through Jocelyn, but before she could

ignoring

lip, refusing to talk to

said as he walked toward his car, where the

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

silenced

right hand on the wheel, his

from the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the

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

late, in which case he’d

distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier.

of the

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

you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

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