Jocelyn exuded a sincere sense of weariness.
Melvin felt increasingly uneasy. She had said those words several times, which essentially meant she was truly tired of his persistence.
But he wasn't willing to give up on her!
"Well, then you'll have to wait for my funeral," Melvin declared, not caring if she would hate him for it. This was the truth in his heart.
Unless he was six feet under, he wouldn't give up on her.
A sharp pang tightened in Jocelyn's chest as she looked at him incredulously, but his gaze was unfathomably deep. "You..."
Melvin's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID before answering.
"Dr. Layla..."
Jocelyn only heard him address the caller before he turned away. But he clearly kept the conversation private.
Doctor?
The call lasted barely two minutes before Melvin hung up.
Seeing that Jocelyn hadn't left, he felt a wave of relief.
"I'll drive you home."
"I don't need a ride from you," Jocelyn replied with a hint of defiance.
Melvin frowned. "Do I really need to force you?"
Jocelyn was afraid of him. She knew he was capable of anything when riled up—it was just a matter of whether he wanted to or not.
Considering the late hour and the long walk home, she finally agreed in reluctance.
They returned to his car. As they drove off, Jocelyn noticed his grave expression. She couldn't help but think about that mysterious phone call.
"Is someone sick?" she finally asked.
"Yeah."
"Who?"
A doctor's call at night was rarely good news. For relatives, such calls were dreaded, often bringing nothing but bad tidings.
She didn't want to pry. But it seemed callous if she didn’t ask about it.
"No one." Melvin kept his eyes on the road. His voice was even.
Taking the hint, Jocelyn fell silent.
The car stopped in front of her apartment building. "Thanks," she said as she got out.
Uncharacteristically, Melvin stayed in the car without a word.
As Jocelyn closed the car door, her neighbor Rose happened to be taking out the trash and spotted them.
"Hey, how come your boyfriend didn't come up with you?" Rose asked.
Jocelyn wanted to explain they weren't together anymore but feared a lengthy explanation, so she simply said, "He's got things to do."
"I haven't seen him around for a while," Rose mentioned as they entered the elevator. "I thought you two might have broken up."
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