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

while, Jocelyn squirmed in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact with any man,

remembered clearly that she had broken

by her ear startled her as

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

her body still felt out

to

and as she stumbled forward, she instinctively reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin

regaining her balance with a heavy breath, she patted Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still

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

said. She had fallen once and was still clawing her way

like she’d be okay. But in her haste, she miscalculated, and

stumbled forward.

met the ground face-first, her chin scraping against the

on, not a single person moved

imposing figure watching from the steps, they backed off.

ached. It felt

hero? Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept help when you need it?” Melvin’s

before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted up

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

lip, refusing

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

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

silenced

hand on the wheel, his left

open window seemed to soothe Jocelyn’s aches. She watched the fleeting

tissue, she pulled out her phone. It was Harrison.

chat every night unless it was too late, in which case he’d

be even happier. But there she was, seated in

climb out of the quagmire

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

to bed?” Hamson sounded tired

knowing he would suggest a