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,

had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was her

growl by her ear startled her as they stepped

a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up

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

to

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 steady herself.

with 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 she meant no more

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

knew too well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford

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

she stumbled forward.

came to catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her

on, not a single person

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from

stung and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire

help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice floated

but before she could muster any strength,

into his arms, ignoring her defiant

bit her lip, refusing to talk to him.

where the valet promptly opened the door

advice, “If you try to jump but,

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

silence, his right hand on

cool breeze from the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when

wiping her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

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

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

climb out of the quagmire that was

moment, she answered the call, her voice

Have you gone to

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