The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 51

Jocelyn was half asleep when the buzzing of her phone vibrating freaked her out a bit.

She reached for her phone and answered groggily, "Hello?"

"Sleeping like a log?" The voice on the other end had a slightly creepy vibe.

Jocelyn frowned, "Who's this?"

There was no answer.

Something felt off to Jocelyn, and she forced her eyes open to squint at the screen. Seeing that number sent a jolt through her, and instantly she was almost awake.

"What do you want?" she said, still with her eyes closed, but her brain was now in full gear.

A call in the dead of night? This dude was up to no good.

Melvin said, "I'm giving you ten minutes. Get to the hospital now."

"I'm not sick. Why the heck would I go to the hospital? No way."

"Jocelyn!" Melvin was getting ticked off.

Jocelyn snorted, "Yelling won't help. What? Expecting me to come and catch you and Willow getting all lovey-dovey? That would be the real sickness."

Melvin was seething.

Why won't this woman get a clue? She used to care so much about him hanging out with Willow, and now she couldn't care less that he and Willow were at the hospital in the middle of the night?

"Aren't you supposed to get a little jealous, you know, like a girlfriend?" Melvin was thankful he was young and healthy, otherwise she'd have given him an aneurysm by now.

Jocelyn's eyes snapped open again, shimmering with light.

She pursed her lips, got the hint from his words, cleared her throat, and sounded a bit more normal, "Girlfriend?"

"I'll give you one more chance. Ten minutes. Now. Immediately!" With that, Melvin hung up.

Jocelyn looked at the phone screen and chuckled.

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The hospital finally looked a bit more like its usual self in the dead of night—less crowded, less chaos.

Jocelyn, all perked up, headed to the ward and knocked on the door.

It was Melvin who opened it.

Jocelyn raised an eyebrow, but Melvin glared at her, annoyed at how slow she was.

"Who is it?" The voice of Willow came from inside, sounding a tad weak this time.

Jocelyn, arms filled with flowers and fruit, which was pretty thoughtful considering the time, bumped shoulders with Melvin and walked in, "Willow, it's me."

Seeing Jocelyn, Willow turned gloomy immediately. Her gaze shifted to Melvin, standing behind Jocelyn, and that twisting pain in her heart returned.

Did he call her over on purpose to embarrass her and add to her distress?

"No need to go out of your way this late," Willow said, maintaining her politeness but with a frosty tone.

Jocelyn set the flowers and fruit basket on the table, "I was planning to visit you when the sun was up, but Melvin insisted I come now. Sorry if I disturbed your rest."

Willow knew what Melvin was up to; he just didn't want to be alone with her, right?

"I'm fine here. You can go back," Willow said, "It's enough that Melvin is here."

Jocelyn had to admire Willow's persistence, even in this state, she still wanted Melvin to herself.

Jocelyn didn't beat around the bush, "Alright, rest up. I'm heading out then."

"Mhm."

As soon as Willow finished, Melvin chimed in, "I'll take you home."

"No need. You stay here and take good care of Willow. She's pretty pitiful all alone here," Jocelyn was the picture of magnanimity, "I'll just grab a cab."

Melvin glared, "I said, I'm taking you home!"

The more he insisted, the better Jocelyn felt.