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.

the condoms

him then that she had been out shopping

knocked the wind out of him.

with barely contained fury. “Planning to make room for

a ticking bomb. She couldn’t manage

up,” she said calmly.

and he fixed her with a steely gaze. Then, with a chilling smile, he said, “As long

She knew he wouldn’t be easy to let go.

peacefully, “What’s the point of sticking around? To make me suffer? Or you can’t stand it when you see I’m happy with others?”

date that guy if you want. I don’t give it a shit

never realized how obsessive he could

have been the type

Jocelyn knew that if she lost her temper, all hell would

she said

would drag her down if

and returned to the living room, heading to the kitchen,

and took them to the dining table, ignoring

and watched as she

his tone revealing the hurt of realizing

and you shouldn’t be eating this junk, anyway.”

plate with the leftovers and downed

deeply.

Chapter 112

he swallowed, placing the plate back on her. “Did

didn’t know how to respond. Whatever she

stood up to

behind, his hot breath on her

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