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

that she had broken up with Melvin. Harrison was

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her

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 wine were potent, and she felt

clearer, her

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

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

her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to show she meant no more contact.

and tentatively took a step down the stairs, her upper body swaying precariously

well what Yasmine had said. She had fallen once and was

But in her haste, she miscalculated, and her foot slipped.

stumbled forward.

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

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

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

palms stung and her knees ached. It

be easier to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s icy voice

through Jocelyn, but before she

scooped her into his arms, ignoring her defiant

lip, refusing

as he walked toward his car, where the valet promptly opened the door

advice, “If you try to

words silenced Jocelyn’s

right hand on the wheel,

Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting landscape outside when her phone began

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

which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her

not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s car, feeling guilty

to climb out of the quagmire that was

she answered the call, her voice

Have you gone to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

Jocelyn replied, knowing he would suggest a video