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

She wanted no intimate contact with any man, especially

that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as

shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she felt terrible all

her mind was clearer, her

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

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

patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to show she meant

of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a

had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She

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

she stumbled forward.

catch her; no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears

with passersby looking on, not

imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed

knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was

to just accept help when you

but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted

ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t

refusing to talk

said as he walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened the door

“If you try

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

his right hand on the wheel,

aches. She watched

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled

late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text

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

to climb out of the quagmire that

her voice steady. “Are you done for the night?”

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded

knowing he would suggest a