The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 119

Huddled in bed, Jocelyn couldn’t fathom what Melvin and Harrison might say to each other, but she was certain it wouldn’t be anything pleasant.

What puzzled her was how Melvin could possibly remember the date of her monthly periods.

When the door opened, Jocelyn’s body slightly stiffened.

“How are you feeling?” Harrison’s voice filled the space.

She relaxed a bit at his voice, though still not turning to him, “Just the usual stuff, you know, that time of the month.”

“I’ll run to the store. Hang tight, okay?”

Harrison approached the bed, concerned at the sight of her pallor.

Lacking the energy for anything more, Jocelyn just murmured an acknowledgment.

Soon, the sound of the closing door signaled Harrison’s departure.

Only then did she allow herself to fully relax, and the pain in her abdomen seemed to ease up a bit.

Melvin’s presence had kept her on edge, and that probably was the cause of the sudden spike in discomfort.

The encounter had been her own personal hell, terrifying to its core.

She trusted Harrison’s decency, but Melvin was like a ticking time bomb – unpredictable, capable of igniting any scandal with a single word.

Thankfully he had at least shown a glimmer of humanity today, sparing her further embarrassment.

A draft snuck in from somewhere, coaxing Jocelyn out of bed to check if the window had been left ajar.

Her gaze inadvertently swept outside, where the silver car still sat. But what truly alarmed her were the two figures beside it.

One was Melvin, the other Harrison.

Her head buzzed, and the pain in her abdomen flared again.

Melvin leaned against the car, lighting a cigarette. Seeing Harrison coming out, he exhaled a perfect ring of smoke.

Harrison, initially reluctant to engage, eventually found himself walking toward him.

“Mr. Martinez,” Harrison greeted, clad in a crisp white shirt beneath a slate-gray coat, whose rimless glasses projected a scholarly air and looked resolute.

“What’s up?” Melvin asked casually, flicking ash.

“You and Jocelyn are done,” Harrison reminded him.

“So?” Melvin’s defiance and arrogance made him a tough rival to Harrison.

Dealing with the unreasonable was never Harrison’s cup of tea.

“Jocelyn is my girlfriend now. Isn’t it inappropriate for you to linger?” Harrison was the epitome of civility, appealing to reason and emotion alike.

Melvin chuckled, eyeing the cigarette in his hand before glancing at the upright Harrison with a challenging smirk, “I’m a businessman, a rough one. In my world, there are only two things: what I want and what I don't. That's it. No question of appropriateness.”

Harrison frowned slightly.

“One is business. If there’s money to be made, I’m on it. The other is women.” Melvin took a drag, his eyes taunting Harrison, “If I want a woman, she has to be mine.”

The look behind Harrison’s glasses deepened.

He adjusted his glasses, trying to remain calm, “In this world, anything might belong to someone by necessity, except for people.”

“You think she’s yours by default?” Melvin shot back.

Harrison’s brow furrowed, “I respect her choices.”

Melvin scoffed, “Do I respect her enough to let her shack up with another man? I’m not that noble.” His gaze lifted to the apartment, noting a slight movement of the curtain. A sly smile played on his lips before he refocused on Harrison, “Believe it or not, she still loves me.”

Harrison's expression darkened.

As Melvin stepped into his car, he threw one last barb at Harrison, “She’s mine.”