Chapter 112

Standing beside Jocelyn was the ever-observant Rose, who had come earlier to remind her about something. When she caught sight of Melvin in his hospital gown, Rose couldn’t help but ask, “Jocelyn, why’s he still in his hospital gown? Did he bolt from the clinic? That’s cilly He might be worse off if he’s stilt sick and out and about.”

Rose meant well with her concern, but Melvin stood there, stone-faced, not uttering a word, leaving Rose in an awkward silence.

Jocelyn mustered a strained smile. “He came to grab a few things.”

Rose was no fool. After seeing Melvin caught in the rain the other day, she suspected the lovebirds had hit a rough patch, landing poor Melvin in the hospital.

Ah, the impulsiveness of young love.

The elevator door opened, and Melvin stepped out, pausing at the doorway and turning back to wait for Jocelyn to unlock the apartment door.

Jocelyn had decided to clear out every trace of him, but he tried to step back into her life.

She couldn’t outlast him, not with the state of mind he was in. She had no chance against his stubborn resolve

Reluctantly, she opened the door, and Melvin walked in.

Shedding the slippers he’d worn from the hospital, he looked for his own in the shoe cabinet but found only hers. His slippers were

gone

He tumed to Jocelyn, who understood his silent question and stated, “I threw them out.”

Predictably, his eyes darkened with that answer.

Barefoot, he moved to the bathroom. His cup and toothbrush were gone, as was his towel. Everything that was his had vanished.

He pressed on to the bedroom, opening the wardrobe to discover that all the clothes he’d left at her place were missing.

no trace of the condoms he’d kept there for convenience’s sake.

had been out shopping for bedding.

the

apple bobbed with barely contained fury. “Planning to make room

a ticking bomb. She couldn’t manage his moods, so

up,” she said calmly.

he said, “As long as I’m here, do you think you’ll be happy together with any

hitched. She knew he wouldn’t be easy to

make me suffer? Or you can’t stand

guy if you want. I don’t give it a shit Just one more person has to

thinning. She never realized how obsessive he could

have been the

maintain her composure, Jocelyn knew that if she lost her temper, all hell

said would

he would drag

living room, heading to

cooked spaghetti and took them to the dining

and watched as she

a bite for me? Melvin said, his tone revealing the hurt

glanced at him. “I’m out of grocenes, and you

with the leftovers and

deeply.

Chapter 112

a greasy sheen on his lips, he swallowed, placing the plate back on her.

how to respond. Whatever she

stood up to wash

from behind, his hot breath on her ear as he pleaded, “Don’t

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