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

the while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with

had broken

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her

sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the

was clearer, her body still felt out

push, Jocelyn tried to free

and as she stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move

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

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

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

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

stumbled forward.

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

hesitated, but upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed

It felt as though her entire body

when you

did it. Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any

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

her lip, refusing to

car, where the valet promptly opened the

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

silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

his right hand on the wheel, his

from the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside

bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out her phone.

late, in which case he’d leave a

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

to climb out of the quagmire that was

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

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

he would suggest