The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 132

She desired a marriage, a family of her own. That was a life worth living to her.

They were usually in perfect harmony, blissful even, but whenever the topic of marriage came up, tension flared. She would get upset, and so would he.

"Seriously, if you want her back, you should just propose to her," Zephyr said nonchalantly, sipping his beer. "It's just a piece of paper to certify your relationship, after all. Nothing will be changed except that you are the closest to each other, the ones most responsible for each other. And most importantly, she will be exclusively yours."

"Once you’re married, no one else can butt in. She gets the stability she craves, and you get the girl of your dreams. It's a win-win," Zephyr couldn't see why this was such a big deal. It wasn't rocket science.

Jocelyn was ready to walk down the aisle. The key was whether Melvin was ready to take the leap.

All it would take was a nod from Melvin, and they'd be heading straight to a happy ending.

Yannick remained silent, a thoughtful frown appearing on his face. As Melvin's buddy, he knew there had to be some deep-seated issues. What normal guy wouldn't want to marry the woman he loved, to shower her with affection like no other?

It wasn't about the basic love just between a man and a woman. Regardless of gender, when you love someone, no one could separate you if you stick to each other.

Zephyr was right, the solution to Melvin and Jocelyn's relationship just hung on Melvin's decision.

Nursing a whiskey, Melvin’s gaze was distant as he muttered, "Just marry her, and that's it?"

"What's the alternative? You certainly don’t want to see her walking down the aisle with someone else, do you?" Zephyr shook his head in disbelief. "What exactly are you afraid of? Is this decision really that hard? After three years, it's time to give her an answer. If I were Jocelyn, I wouldn't even wait a year before walking away."

Yannick gave Zephyr a piercing look and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zephyr, caught off guard by the icy stare, quickly clarified, "I mean, if I were Jocelyn. It's not like I'd actually leave within a year myself."

The chill in Yannick's eyes slowly dissipated.

Melvin's mind was reeling with the thought of marrying Jocelyn. For a brief moment, he actually considered just dragging her down to city hall to make it official.

But as quickly as the thought came, he began to feel a tingling sensation on his scalp. A creeping feeling was all over his body, his mind growing more and more chaotic. A sense of suffocation emerged with a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. He even felt it hard to simply breathe.

"Melvin, you okay?" Zephyr noticed his discomfort.

Yannick reached out to touch Melvin's hand. His brow furrowed at the coldness he felt. "He's freezing."

"And sweating." Zephyr saw the beads of perspiration on Melvin's forehead and turned to Yannick, "What's wrong with him?"

Yannick shook his head. He had never seen Melvin like this before.

Realizing Melvin looked about to pass out, Zephyr didn't hesitate. "We need to get him to the hospital."

They helped Melvin into the car and sped to the hospital.

After a quick check-up, the doctor asked, "Did something frighten him?"

Zephyr and Yannick exchanged glances. Frighten him? No way.

"He seems to be experiencing anxiety-induced palpitations," the doctor observed Melvin's condition, which seemed to have improved. "I suggest a visit to a psychologist."

"A psychologist?" Zephyr was shocked.

Yannick looked at Melvin, who was now regaining his color, his eyes clearer but heavy with thought. "I'm fine," Melvin insisted and was intended to leave.

Once Melvin stepped out, Zephyr asked the doctor uneasily, "You think he's got psychological issues?"