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

in Melvin’s hold. She wanted no intimate contact

was dizzy, she remembered clearly that she had

Melvin’s low growl by her ear startled her as

Jocelyn’s spine, which oddly helped sober her up a bit. But

clearer, her body still felt

strong push, Jocelyn tried to free

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

Melvin’s chest, her movements not synced with her still foggy thoughts. “Sorry,”

perform this act of contrition Jocelyn turned and tentatively took a step

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

okay. But in her

she stumbled

back. She met the ground face-first, her

on, not a

imposing figure watching from

her knees ached. It felt as though her

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

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

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

refusing

his car, where the valet promptly

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

words silenced

right hand on the

She watched the fleeting

a tissue, she pulled

too late, in which case he’d leave a goodnight text for her to

knew they’d be even happier. But there she was, seated in Melvin’s

to climb out of the quagmire that was

call, her voice steady. “Are

Have you gone to

knowing he would suggest a video call next. “I’m