The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 109

Jocelyn reluctantly retraced to the hospital room. She shouldn’t be there anymore.

Unable to contact anyone else, she hesitantly picked up Melvin’s phone. It was unlocked with facial recognition.

She held the phone up to his face, but it didn't unlock with his eyes closed. After a failed attempt, it prompted her to enter a password.

Frowning, she had no idea what his password could be.

Locked out and unable to reach anyone, she was at her wits' end.

Noticing the IV drip was almost empty, she called a nurse to help switch it out.

“When will he wake up?”

“His fever’s dropped a bit. He should be sleeping now.”

The nurse left after changing the medication and checking the IV in his hand.

Jocelyn saw Melvin’s hand resting outside the covers and moved to tuck it in. The bite mark on his hand hadn’t faded. The scar was faint, and she wondered if it would ever disappear.

He once said he was still her man as long as the bite mark remained.

How ludicrous those words seemed.

Swallowing the sourness rising in her throat, she tried not to dwell on the past. She gently called out, “Melvin?” But the man showed no signs of waking.

She patted his arm. “Melvin?”

There was no response.

With a sigh, Jocelyn decided to step out and try to find Zephyr’s or Yara’s numbers, which she would have to look up on his company's website.

A weak grip suddenly held her wrist as she was about to leave.

She turned to see Melvin’s eyes faintly open, his gaze fragile.

“You’re awake?” Jocelyn turned back, swiped his face with the phone again, and stepped back so he couldn't reach it.

“What are you doing?” Melvin’s voice was so feeble.

Ignoring his question, Jocelyn saw the wallpaper on his main screen, and her breath caught. It was a photo she had taken of his back during a stroll, tweeted with a caption that felt like she had the world.

She never expected him to have kept that photo and set it as his wallpaper. The image had shattered her fragile composure, her eyes brimming with tears that she didn't dare let him see.

“Give me my phone,” Melvin demanded, his tone weak but tinged with unease and anger. He felt like his secret had been exposed.

Turning away to hide her tears, Jocelyn found his contacts and said, “It’s too late at night. I’m calling someone to stay with you.”

“I don’t need anyone to watch over me!”

But Jocelyn had already dialed Zephyr’s number.

“Jocelyn! If you so much as...” Melvin’s protest was cut off as the call went through, but no one answered.

She tried Yannick’s number next but got nothing.

It was as if they had all vanished.

What on earth was going on?

“Jocelyn!” Melvin’s anger was palpable, though his weakness took the edge off his voice.

Determined, Jocelyn dialed Yara’s number.

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