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

wanted no

she had broken

moving'” Melvin’s low growl by her ear

spine, which oddly helped sober her

was clearer, her body still

Jocelyn tried to free herself. “Please, have

reached out for something to break her fall. Melvin didn’t move to help, just watched as

chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,” she apologized, raising her hands to show she meant

turned and tentatively took a

once and was still clawing her way

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

stumbled forward.

no hands reached out to pull her back. She met the ground face-first,

on, not a

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

knees ached. It felt as

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

before she could muster any strength, she was hoisted up

ignoring

lip, refusing to talk

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

her into 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

silenced

hand on the wheel, his left holding

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

wiping her bloodied palms with a tissue, she pulled out her phone. It was Harrison.

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

was attentive, and if not for the distance, Jocelyn knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s

was determined to climb out of the

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

you gone to bed?”

replied, knowing he would suggest a video call next. “I’m out.”