The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 201

Jocelyn stepped out of the hospital room, her heart heavy with the weight of the conversation she'd just had with Quinta. She scanned the corridor for Damian, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the flicker of a lighter caught her eye near the fire escape, where Damian stood finishing his last drag of a cigarette.

Approaching him, Jocelyn could read the turmoil in his eyes even before he spoke, "You talked to her, didn't you?" His voice was tinged with the scent of smoke.

Backing up to lean against the windowsill, she nodded. The words fell from her like stones, "She wants a divorce, Damian."

"And what do you think?" she asked, her voice laced with a firm gentleness.

Damian seemed to crumble under the weight of the world, admitting, "I don't want to let go."

"It must be really broken for her to consider divorce," Jocelyn reasoned.

"This accident..." he trailed off, hopelessness filled in his tone.

Jocelyn gazed at him steadily, "Are you referring to the miscarriage as an accident, or is it the fact that your ex-brother-in-law crashed into her the accident?"

"His car had issues," he tried to explain, but his defense was weak.

"Honestly, I don't buy that. It's too coincidental not to suspect foul play," Jocelyn replied candidly. "From the start, you never gave Quinta the security she deserved. Second marriage is tricky, Damian. It's not just two families coming together—it's three or more."

She continued with a calm yet piercing clarity, "Quinta tried so hard to make things work with you. She genuinely wanted a life with you. But you never took her seriously. When your ex made a scene in front of her, causing chaos at her workplace, you never stepped in."

"I did!" Damian interjected, desperate to defend himself.

"You might have said something, but did you do anything to stop her? Actions speak louder than words. Your ex wouldn't dare to act out if it weren't for your tacit approval," Jocelyn expressed, disappointment evident in her eyes. "If you can't let go of your past, then don't string Quinta along. It's better to part on good terms, isn't it?"

Silence fell between them as Damian looked down, lost for words.

Jocelyn knew she was overstepping boundaries, but she couldn't bear to see her cousin suffer. "If you have any respect left for what you had, don't make this ugly," she urged. "Quinta just had a miscarriage. Regardless of your feelings, please don't upset her now. Think about the past two years you spent together and whether she's ever wronged you."

Having said her piece, Jocelyn left to prepare some food for Quinta—a hearty chicken soup, known for its healing properties.

Carrying the steaming pot back to the hospital, she spotted a familiar car pulling up. Hesitating for just a moment, the driver stepped out.

It was Melvin.

Their eyes met. For a brief second, the world seemed to stand still. With feigned composure, Melvin approached and inquired about Quinta, his voice a deep timbre that sent a tremor through Jocelyn.

"Still hanging in there," she replied, leading him to Quinta's room despite the awkward silence that hung between them.

As they arrived, Melvin felt a sudden pang of embarrassment for not bringing anything to Quinta.

Jocelyn, sensing his discomfort, offered her soup as a gesture from him. But Melvin hesitated, not knowing if it was appropriate.

Jocelyn thought for a moment and said, "Never mind, your coming is already full of heart. She will certainly appreciate it."

Then Jocelyn knocked on the door. It was answered and she pushed her way in.

Taking a deep breath, Jocelyn said with fake relief, "Melvin is here to see you."

"Who?" Quinta thought she had heard wrong.

Melvin walked over, "I’ve come uninvited."

Quinta turned to Jocelyn in surprise, who gave a look to show she didn't know what was going on either.

"Have a seat, please." Quinta said, "I'm sorry to bother you and to make you come all this way to see me."

"I came empty handed." Melvin was honest.

Quinta laughed a little, "I'm not stressed when you come like this."

Melvin asked her, "How do you feel now?"

"Just fine." Quinta smiled a bit ruefully, "I only blame myself for letting you all down for nothing."

"Don't say that. I've asked the doctor. You can still start over after you've toned up and rested for six months." Melvin relieved her.