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

she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as they stepped outside.

oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the

her body still felt out of control.

strong push, Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have some dignity.”

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

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

and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying

once and was

step, she finally felt like she’d be okay. But

stumbled

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

on, not a

figure watching from the

stung and her knees ached. It felt as

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

Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted

arms, ignoring her defiant

her lip, refusing

walked toward his car, where

pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

on the wheel, his left

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

a tissue, she pulled out her phone.

unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight

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

was determined to climb out of

her voice steady. “Are you done for the

you gone to

suggest