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

Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any

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

low growl by her 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

mind was clearer, her body still felt

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

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

not synced with her still

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

and was still clawing

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

stumbled forward.

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

ground with passersby looking on, not a

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

stung and her knees ached. It felt as though her entire

the hero? Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when

Stubbornness surged through Jocelyn, but before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted

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

bit her lip, refusing to talk to him.

where the valet promptly opened

passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Seeing her pout, he offered a grim plece of advice, “If you try to jump but, ask yourself which man would want to marry a woman with a

silenced

his right hand on the wheel, his left holding

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

with a tissue, she pulled out

video chat every night unless it was too late, in which case

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

out of the quagmire that was Melvin.

call, her voice steady. “Are you done for the

gone to bed?” Hamson sounded

would suggest a video call next. “I’m