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

Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no

dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was her boyfriend now.

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her

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

mind was clearer, her

to free herself.

Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of his shirt to

chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts.

a step down the stairs, her

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

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

she stumbled

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

on, not a single

imposing figure watching from the steps, they

her knees ached. It felt

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

it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted up

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

bit her lip, refusing to

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

the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself

words silenced

in silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left holding a cigarette.

watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to

palms with a tissue, she pulled out her phone.

every night unless it was too late, in which case he’d leave

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

was determined to climb out of the quagmire that

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

Have you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

he would suggest a video call next.