The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 100

Melvin stared at Jocelyn's latest tweet with such intensity that he might as well have been trying to burn a hole through his phone screen. Red wine in hand, his eyes flashed with irritation at the sight of her comment thanking everyone for their blessings.

He could not stand the thought of her happily flaunting her new relationship, so he commented, "Looks like the new boyfriend's a bit old, huh?"

Jocelyn's breath hitched as she read the comment. She wanted to block and delete him from her life, but instead, she chose to ignore it, letting Melvin's passive-aggressive jabs slide off her back.

Just as she was about to close the app, she noticed he had deleted his comment. Relief washed over her, but it was short-lived as a knock at the door jolted her.

Her heart raced, and her body shivered. Staring at the door, she had a feeling that it was Melvin on the other side. Thus, she remained seated, frozen, not daring to move.

Her phone vibrated again. It was a message from Melvin, [Open the door.]

Those three words were enough to convey his impatience. Jocelyn clenched her phone but did not respond. The knocking stopped.

[Is he there? Bad timing?] Melvin texted again.

Taking a deep breath, Jocelyn switched off the lights, hoping to convey the message that she was not home.

Melvin seemed to be giving up, the world outside falling silent.

Then, the buzzing of her phone broke the stillness. Melvin was calling, the persistent vibration a loud declaration of his presence, numbing her hand and unsettling her heart.

She did not answer. Instead, she tossed her phone aside, letting it ring.

The screen stayed lit up, Melvin's persistence clear as day. He was hell-bent on causing a scene, a true testament to his spiteful nature.

If Harrison were actually here, who knew what might have happened.

The screen eventually went dark, then lit up again.

Six missed calls, and Jocelyn did not pick up once.

Finally, he seemed to stop. But then he reached out through Facebook.

[Are you able to sleep tonight?] His message read.

Jocelyn felt certain Melvin was unwell in the head. Why else would he so relentlessly try to sabotage her happiness? He refused to marry her, remained entangled with a past flame, and now he could not stand her moving on.

If that was not a sickness, what was it?

She turned off her phone. Without a firm stance, she feared the harassment would last all night.

Lying in bed, sleep eluded her.

Preston claimed Melvin had come to Berry City for her.

What was that supposed to mean? Devotion?

She could not fathom Melvin's motives. He was the one who said she was not good enough and that he would never give her another chance. And yet, here he was, doggedly pursuing her, causing a scene.

The moment she agreed to be with Harrison, Melvin showed up.

Whether it was love or not, belated affection was worth less than weeds.

If she went back to him, she would be an idiot.

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Berry City in November was experiencing an unusual thunderstorm, booming thunder mixed with sleet. The weather was capricious as ever, unpredictable despite any advance warnings.

In the morning, the streets were dusted with a thin layer of white.

Harrison had sent her a photo saying it was the season's first snow.

She replied with a snapshot of the snowy scene outside her hotel.

For someone from the South, the sight of Northern snow was a thrill.

Harrison had promised to take her to his hometown for the holidays to see the snow that could pile high enough to block the front door.