The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 131

Melvin stormed out of the house after a heated argument with Yasmine. He jumped into his car, rolled down the windows to let the biting winter air whip through, hoping the chill might soothe his boiling temper.

He drove aimlessly through the bustling city streets with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His mood gradually improved with each puff of smoke.

Jocelyn had really caught him off guard. He remembered the night he got into that scuffle. She had looked so concerned, even scolded Harrison for him. But what was the deal now? She didn’t even bother to check on him afterwards.

What was she playing at? Was she indecisive or just plain cold-hearted?

As he flicked away the cigarette ash, the corner of his eye caught sight of a familiar figure – no, two figures.

The woman he couldn't stop thinking about was laughing and chatting with that so-called professor, and what irked him most was the set of sheets the man was carrying. He remembered Jocelyn buying the same ones once before.

And in Jocelyn’s hands appeared to be a set of dishes.

A surge of jealousy shot through Melvin. Were they moving in together?

What a heartless woman, he thought bitterly. He had been beaten black and blue, and she had the audacity not to visit him, only to shack up with that guy right after?

Unable to contain himself, Melvin parked his car, slammed the door with a resounding thud, and marched towards them.

"What else do we need? Toiletries, cups, towels..." Jocelyn was making a shopping list when she noticed Melvin approaching, his face marred with bruises, his thin lips pursed in barely veiled hostility.

Harrison, noticing Jocelyn's sudden silence, turned his head to see her smile fade and her gaze fixated straight ahead.

After placing their shopping down, he stood up and faced the direction of Jocelyn's stare. His brow furrowed at the sight of the man immediately.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Martinez," Harrison said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, greeting Melvin with a calmness that belied the tension.

Melvin’s eyes darted to the trunk of their car, which was filled with household essentials. When he spotted a pair of pink slippers, his blood pressure spiked.

Seeing Melvin again, Jocelyn didn't shrink away like she used to. Perhaps being honest with Harrison had emboldened her. She was no longer afraid of Melvin.

Free from the ties of old affections, she felt differently, though the sight of Melvin's bruised face did make her wonder how he could bear to be seen in such a state.

Melvin, noticing that Jocelyn no longer averted her gaze, frowned, "It's not a coincidence. I came here to find you."

"Is there something you need, Mr. Martinez?" Harrison gently pulled Jocelyn behind him, a move that nearly made Melvin explode with anger.

Jocelyn looked on indifferently, her eyes clearly perceiving the rage in Melvin.

Why was he angry? Because she was with Harrison? Or because he thought she was moving in with him?

What right did he have to be angry?

Jocelyn couldn’t fathom what went on in Melvin’s mind. Why cling to her after a resolute breakup?

Was it all just for physical intimacy?

"I need to talk to you," Melvin’s gaze was fixed on Jocelyn.

Jocelyn remained composed, "Just say whatever you have to say here."

"Do you really want him to hear it?" Melvin threatened.

"There’s nothing he can’t hear." Jocelyn was also testing her own resolve against Melvin's influence.

"Fine," Melvin said, unashamed, "I’m going to pursue you."

Jocelyn’s heart skipped a beat, her breath hitched.

Had she heard him wrong?

Melvin raised an eyebrow, turning to Harrison with a provoking glint, "I want her."