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

squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially not her ex

remembered clearly that she had broken up

ear startled her as they stepped

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 body still felt

tried to

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

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

act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the

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

be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her

stumbled

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

looking on, not a single person

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching

her palms stung and her knees ached. It

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

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

his arms, ignoring her

bit her lip, refusing to talk to

his car, where the valet promptly opened the door for him.

advice, “If you try to

silenced Jocelyn’s

on the

aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to ring from

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

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

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

to climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

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

gone to

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