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

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

ear startled

cold air greeted them at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the

mind was clearer, her body still

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

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

her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to show

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

what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was

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

stumbled forward.

to pull her back. She met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the pavement, tears springing to her eyes

looking on, not

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

her knees ached. It felt as though her entire body

accept help when you

through Jocelyn, but before she

scooped her into his arms, ignoring her defiant glare.

refusing to talk to him.

his car, where the valet promptly opened

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

words silenced

silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left

window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her

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

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

the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated

determined to climb out of the

her voice steady. “Are you done

you gone to bed?” Hamson

suggest a video call next. “I’m