The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 110

Jocelyn stared at the name 'Willow' on the screen, her heart aching with every beat.

Never in her wildest dreams had Jocelyn imagined that she would be using the phone of the man she loved to call the person she envied and despised. The bitter irony was that Jocelyn would call her to look after the man she cherished deeply.

Suddenly, the man in the hospital bed jerked upright, ripping the IV from the back of his hand. He staggered to his feet and lunged for the phone in Jocelyn's grasp.

Startled by his actions, Jocelyn dropped the call as Melvin snatched the phone from her hands.

Melvin clutched the phone tightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, panting heavily. Blood oozed from the puncture wound on his hand, tracing a crimson line down his arm.

In shock, Jocelyn stood frozen, uncertain of what to do next.

Her gaze fell upon the fallen needle, and Jocelyn finally snapped out of her daze. "I'll go get the nurse," she said and hurried out of the room.

As she left, Melvin, still clad in his hospital gown and with a face as cold as ice, stumbled out of the room, his mind hazy but driven by the sharp pain in his chest.

Leaning against the wall for support, Melvin moved in unsteady steps.

Jocelyn returned with the nurse only to find Melvin in this wretched state. She rushed to him. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

"None of your business," Melvin snapped, shrugging off her touch with a look as frosty as his words.

Jocelyn was shoved aside, taking a deep breath to hold back her frustration. She followed him again, pleading, "Can you stop being so stubborn? You're sick!"

"It's none of your concern even if I die!" Melvin glared at her, his eyes red with anger. "You'd probably prefer it that way. Once I'm gone, you can live happily ever after with him."

Jocelyn's brow furrowed. "That's a separate issue."

"To me, it's the same thing," Melvin scoffed. "Go be devoted to him. I don't need your pretense."

The nurse, catching the tense exchange, interrupted, "Whatever is going on, could you just appease him for now? He still has a fever. Leaving the hospital is suicide."

Jocelyn's mind was a whirlwind of confusion.

Once again, she reached for Melvin's hand. "Can you stop this nonsense? Do you want to ruin your health?"

"I don't care anymore," Melvin declared firmly. "It's not like anyone else does."

Jocelyn was speechless.

He was being utterly unreasonable.

Part of her wanted to harden her heart and leave him to his fate. Why should she bother herself on such a late night? She could walk away and wash her hands off the whole mess.

But when she saw the blood on his hand and his weakened state, her resolve melted.

"Please, just listen," Jocelyn coaxed, her patience wearing thin.

Melvin suddenly stopped and stared silently at her. "Why should I listen to you? Are you my girl? I only listen to my girlfriend."

Jocelyn swallowed hard, reminding herself not to argue with a sick man.

The nurse, eavesdropping, felt a mix of pity and annoyance.

He was a grown man but acting like a child.

It was clear from their interaction that Jocelyn had dumped Melvin, and he was playing a twisted game to win her back.

Though, to hold onto someone, this wasn't the right way to go about it.

"Sir, you're still running a fever," the nurse intervened, unable to stand by any longer. "Continuing like this could cause serious damage."

Melvin ignored the nurse and fixed his gaze on Jocelyn.

He wanted to know how cold-hearted she could be, whether she could leave him behind.

So what if he was being unreasonable? He was determined to cling to her.

The thought of her embracing another man made his blood boil.