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 intimate contact with any man, especially not her ex

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

ear startled her as they stepped

which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But the aftereffects of the wine were potent, and she felt terrible

was clearer, her body still felt

strong push, Jocelyn tried to

released her, and as she stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as she grabbed onto the front of his shirt

not synced with her still foggy

a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously before finding

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

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

stumbled

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

on, not

but upon seeing Melvin’s imposing figure watching

throbbed, her palms stung and her knees ached. It

be easier to just accept help when you need it?”

before she could muster

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

her lip, refusing to talk to him.

as he walked toward his car, where the

Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you

words silenced Jocelyn’s protests.

silence, his right hand on the wheel, his left

from the open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began to ring

a tissue, she

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

distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there

out of the

voice steady. “Are you done for the

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

suggest a video call next. “I’m