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

remembered clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison

her ear

sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she felt terrible all

her mind was clearer, her body still felt out of

a strong push, Jocelyn tried to free

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

her balance 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

act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before

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

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

stumbled

ground

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

upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching

her palms stung and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body was wracked

the hero? Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when

surged through Jocelyn, but before she

her into his arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts, doesn’t

refusing

his car, where

her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman with a broken arm or leg?”

silenced Jocelyn’s

his right hand on the

She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to

tissue, she pulled out her phone. It was

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

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

of the quagmire that was

the call, her voice steady. “Are you done for the

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

he would suggest a video call next. “I’m out.”