Chapter 156

Jocelyn called Harrison to let him know she was safe as she returned to her apartment.

After a shower, her phone began to buzz incessantly.

She glanced at the caller ID. It was not a saved contact, but she knew every digit by heart.

It was past nine, and she let the phone ring out until silence took over.

Lying in bed, insomnia held her captive.

She checked her phone, and it was nearly midnight.

She got up for a glass of water when a faint noise by the door caught her attention.

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Heart pounding, she set her glass down and tiptoed to the peephole. All she saw was a pair of shoes. The owner was presumably leaning against the wall.

The scene reminded her of Melvin.

It wasn’t the first time he’d pulled something like this.

What madness had struck him tonight?

The only surprise was that he’d only called, not knocked.

She leaned against the door but didn’t open it.

Yasmine Martinez had left Yanova City with Preston Turner. Zephyr was probably the only one she could call now.

After some thought, she dialed Zephyr’s number.

The phone rang a long while before someone answered.

“Hello?” The voice was husky. It was not Zephyr’s.

“Is this Mr. Hayden? I’m Jocelyn,” she ventured.

“Uh, yeah, it’s me.” Yannick Hayden responded.

Without wondering why Yannick had answered Zephyr’s phone, she said, “Could you please come and take Melvin back? He’s lying outside my door.”

at your

he used ‘again’

temples and sighed, “I’d appreciate

care about him anymore?”

managed

trying hard, you

“Oh?”

By that you’re giving a chance to both of your

heart raced; a tempest tossing waved

looking down and fidgeting with

Yannick hadn’t expected her to be so

knock, right? If he’s not harming, just leave him be. He’ll leave when he sobers up ” Yannick advised. “It’s late. Get some

call ended

then peered through the peephole

harpened heart, she pretended nothing happened and returned to her bedroom.

covers.

But-leep eluded her.

restlessly tossed in bed and eventually sat up. She stared angrily at the bedroom door, then flung off her blankets in a fury. She went to the living room and put her hand on the

was slumped against the wall,

out. His brow furrowed

to invite him in; if he

her room and covered

the blanket. He

locked, and she felt somehow nervous.

the blanket. “You

the door. You’re awake. Go

I bother you?” He didn’t move, instead pulling the blanket up to his

thought he

came to sleep on her doorstep. Who was this

no

you” Melvin closed

her wits end with

and closed

would as well be a fool if she got back to him out there

until 2 a.m. and finally slept. Fortunately she didn’t need to rise early

ten.

freshening up, she wondered about the man outside. Had he left? What would the neighbors think if they saw him

one was there, not even the blanket.

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