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

while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate

that she had broken

by her ear startled her as they stepped outside.

spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of

was clearer, her body still felt out of control.

tried to free herself.

released her, and as she stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move

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

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

Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was still

finally felt like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped. Her eyes widened

she stumbled

to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against

with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to help her.

seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from

stung and her knees ached. It felt as though

just accept help when you

did it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she

ignoring her defiant glare.

her lip, refusing

his car, where the valet promptly opened the door

plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman with a broken

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

his right hand on

Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began

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

video chat every night unless it was too late, in which

be even happier. But there she was, seated in

out of

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

you gone to bed?” Hamson

knowing he would suggest a video call