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 with any

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

growl by her ear startled her

at the door, sending a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her

her body still felt

to free herself. “Please,

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

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 meant no

took a step down the stairs,

She had fallen once and was still clawing her way out. She couldn’t afford to sink

like she’d be okay. But in her haste,

she stumbled

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

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

imposing figure watching from the steps, they

knees ached. It

to just accept help when

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

scooped her into his arms, ignoring her defiant glare. “Hurts,

lip, refusing to talk to

toward his car, where the

plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

hand on the

watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to ring from her bag

wiping her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled

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

they’d be even happier.

was determined to climb out of the

answered the call, her voice

Have you gone to

yet.” Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a