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

had broken up

her ear

which oddly helped sober

mind was clearer, her body still

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

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

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

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

had said. She had fallen once and was

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

she stumbled

her; no 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

with passersby looking on, not a single

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure

knees ached. It

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

Jocelyn, but before she could muster any

his arms, ignoring her

her lip, refusing to talk to

walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened the

offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself

words silenced

silence, his right hand on the wheel,

She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she

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

be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car, feeling

was determined to climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

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

gone to bed?”

suggest a video call next. “I’m out.”