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.

held no trace of the condoms he’d kept

had

the

“Planning to make room for your new boyfriend, huh?” he asked,

couldn’t manage

up,” she said

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

wouldn’t be easy to

the point of sticking around? To make me suffer? Or you can’t stand

suffer and must suffer like I do.” Melvin was stubborn. “You can date that guy if you want. I don’t give

realized how obsessive he

he would have been the type to execute rather than risk letting an enemy

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

said would matter.

had cleared that he would drag her

heading to the kitchen, refusing to waste more

cooked spaghetti and took them to the

followed and watched as she

leave a bite for me? Melvin said, his tone revealing the hurt of realizing how little he mattered to her.

him. “I’m out of grocenes, and you shouldn’t be eating this junk, anyway.”

word, Melvin took the plate with the leftovers and downed

deeply.

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a greasy sheen on his lips, he swallowed, placing the plate back on her. “Did I ever despise

didn’t know how to respond. Whatever she said,

to wash the

from behind, his hot breath on her

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