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 he’d kept there

she had been out shopping for bedding.

frustration nearly knocked the wind out of

make room for your new

manage

up,” she said calmly.

gaze. Then, with a chilling smile, he said, “As long as I’m here, do you think you’ll be happy together

wouldn’t

said peacefully, “What’s the point of sticking around? To make me suffer? Or you

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

realized how obsessive he could be

he would have been the type

she

said

drag her down if

to the living room, heading to the kitchen, refusing to waste

them to the dining table, ignoring Melvin completely

followed and watched

didn’t leave a bite for me? Melvin said, his tone revealing the

him. “I’m out of grocenes, and

word, Melvin took the plate with the leftovers and

deeply.

Chapter 112

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

to respond. Whatever she said, he’d pretend not to

to wash

his hot breath on her ear

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