The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 110

Jocelyn stared at the name Willow’ on the screen, her heart aching with every beat

Never in her wildest dreams had Jocelyn imagined that she would be using the phone of the man she loved to call the person she envied and despised. The bitter irony was that Jocelyn would call her to look after the man she cherished deeply.

Suddenly, the man in the hospital bed jerked upright, ripping the IV from the back of his hand. He staggered to his feet and lunged for the phone in Jocelyn’s grasp.

Startled by his actions. Jocelyn dropped the call as Melvin snatched the phone from her hands.

Melvin clutched the phone tightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, panting heavily. Blood oozed from the puncture wound on his hand, tracing a crimson line down his arm

In shock, Jocelyn stood frozen, uncertain of what to do next.

Her gaze fell upon the fallen needle, and Jocelyn finally snapped out of her daze. “I’ll go get the nurse,” she said and hurried out of the

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As she left, Melvin, still clad in his hospital gown and with a face as cold as ice, stumbled out of the room, his mind hazy but driven by the sharp pain in his chest

Leaning against the wall for support, Melvin moved in unsteady steps

Jocelyn returned with the nurse only to find Melvin in this wretched state. She rushed to him. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

“None of your business, Melvin snapped, shrugging off her touch with a look as frosty as his words.

Jocelyn was shoved aside, taking a deep breath to hold back her frustration. She followed him again, pleading, “Can you stop being so stubborn? You’re sick!”

“It’s none of your concern even if I die!” Melvin glared at her, his eyes red with anger. “You’d probably prefer it that way. Once I’m gone, you can live happily ever after with him.”

Jocelyn’s brow furrowed. That’s a separate issue”

To me, it’s the same thing.” Melvin scoffed. Go be devoted to him. I don’t need your pretense.”

The nurse, catching the tense exchange, interrupted, “Whatever is going on, could you just appease him for now? He still has a fever. Leaving the hospital is suicide.

Jocelyn’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion.

hand. “Can you stop

anymore,” Melvin declared firmly “It’s not like

Jocelyn was speechless

was being utterly

leave him to his fate. Why should she bother herself on such a late

hand and his weakened

just listen, Jocelyn coaxed, her patience

should I listen to you? Are you my girl? I only listen to

to argue

felt a mix of

but acting like

was clear from their interaction that Jocelyn had dumped Melvin, and he

the right

like this could cause serious damage. Melvin ignored the

cold-hearted she could be,

he was being unreasonable? He was determined to cling to

her embracing another man made his

her like

toy

approached the nurse’s station, borrowed a pen and paper, and scribbled Preston’s phone number. She handed it to

against the wall, looking hot but bitter. Then, she asked again, “Are you sure you want to leave

out,” Jocelyn

word, she left.

who had slumped to the floor, she couldn’t help but call

the corridor, growing dull

nurse helped Melvin back to his room and reinserted

could only pity him.

that woman deeply, or she wouldn’t have walked away

tried calling the number, the nurse mentioned gently. “It was off. Do

Melvin

woman who just

under Melvin’s

The call connected