The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 112

Standing beside Jocelyn was the ever-observant Rose, who had come earlier to remind her about something. When she caught sight of Melvin in his hospital gown, Rose couldn't help but ask, "Jocelyn, why's he still in his hospital gown? Did he bolt from the clinic? That's silly. He might be worse off if he's still sick and out and about."

Rose meant well with her concern, but Melvin stood there, stone-faced, not uttering a word, leaving Rose in an awkward silence.

Jocelyn mustered a strained smile. "He came to grab a few things."

Rose was no fool. After seeing Melvin caught in the rain the other day, she suspected the lovebirds had hit a rough patch, landing poor Melvin in the hospital.

Ah, the impulsiveness of young love.

The elevator door opened, and Melvin stepped out, pausing at the doorway and turning back to wait for Jocelyn to unlock the apartment door.

Jocelyn had decided to clear out every trace of him, but he tried to step back into her life.

She couldn't outlast him, not with the state of mind he was in. She had no chance against his stubborn resolve.

Reluctantly, she opened the door, and Melvin walked in.

Shedding the slippers he'd worn from the hospital, he looked for his own in the shoe cabinet but found only hers. His slippers were gone.

He turned to Jocelyn, who understood his silent question and stated, "I threw them out."

Predictably, his eyes darkened with that answer.

Barefoot, he moved to the bathroom. His cup and toothbrush were gone, as was his towel. Everything that was his had vanished.

He pressed on to the bedroom, opening the wardrobe to discover that all the clothes he'd left at her place were missing.

Even the bedside drawer held no trace of the condoms he'd kept there for convenience’s sake.

It hit him then that she had been out shopping for bedding.

The frustration nearly knocked the wind out of him.

Facing Jocelyn, who stood outside the bedroom, his Adam's apple bobbed with barely contained fury. "Planning to make room for your new boyfriend, huh?" he asked, his voice hoarse, perhaps still affected by his cold.

Jocelyn knew his temper was a ticking bomb. She couldn’t manage his moods, so she focused on keeping her steady.

"We broke up," she said calmly.

Melvin's chest heaved, and he fixed her with a steely gaze. Then, with a chilling smile, he said, "As long as I'm here, do you think you’ll be happy together with any other guy?"

Jocelyn's breath hitched. She knew he wouldn't be easy to let go.

She managed to stay calm and said peacefully, “What’s the point of sticking around? To make me suffer? Or you can’t stand it when you see I’m happy with others?”

“You made me suffer and must suffer like I do.” Melvin was stubborn. “You can date that guy if you want. I don’t give it a shit. Just one more person has to suffer.”

Her patience was thinning. She never realized how obsessive he could be.

In another era, with any measure of power, he would have been the type to execute rather than risk letting an enemy go.

Struggling to maintain her composure, Jocelyn knew that if she lost her temper, all hell would break loose.

Nothing she said would matter.