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 this nonsense? Do you want

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

Jocelyn was speechless

being utterly unreasonable

Why should she bother herself on such a

the blood on his hand and his weakened state, her resolve

listen, Jocelyn coaxed,

silently at her “Why should I listen to you? Are you my girl? I only listen to

herself not to argue with a

felt a mix of pity

but acting like a

dumped Melvin, and

someone, this wasn’t the right way to

nurse intervened, unable to stand by any longer. “Continuing like this could cause serious damage. Melvin ignored the nurse and

know how cold-hearted she could be, whether she could

he was being unreasonable? He was determined to cling

thought of her embracing another man made his blood

was being difficult. His eyes bore into her like a wild lion

toy with her

nurse’s station, borrowed a pen and paper, and scribbled Preston’s phone number. She handed it to the nurse. “Please, if there’s an emergency, call this number. It’s his

broken man slumped against the wall, looking hot but bitter. Then, she asked again, “Are you sure you

Jocelyn admitted awkwardly.

another word, she

to assist Melvin, who had slumped to the floor, she couldn’t help but call out to the departing woman. But this time,

growing dull as Jocelyn’s figure went

helped Melvin back to his room and reinserted

only pity

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

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

her,” Melvin insisted

who just left?

Melvin’s

The call connected