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

no intimate contact with any man, especially not her ex

she remembered clearly that she had broken up

her ear startled her as they stepped outside.

at 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,

was clearer, her body

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

to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of his

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

a step down the stairs, her upper

had fallen once and was still clawing

But in her

stumbled

arms came to catch 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 the sheer pain.

with passersby looking on, not a single person moved to help

Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed

knees ached. It felt as though

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

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

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

bit her lip, refusing to talk to

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

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 which man would want to marry a woman with a

words silenced

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

seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the

her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out

in which case

for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car, feeling

climb out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

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

Have you gone to bed?”

yet.” Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a