The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 132

She desired a marriage, a family of her own That was a life worth living to her.

They were usually in perfect harmony, blissful even, but whenever the topic of mariage came up, tension flared. She would get upset, and so would he

“Seriously, if you want her back, you should just propose to her,” Zephyr said nonchalantly, sipping his beer. “It’s just a piece of paper to certify your relationship, after all. Nothing will be changed except that you are the closest to each other, the ones most responsible for each other. And most importantly, she will be exclusively yours.”

“Once you’re married, no one else can butt in. She gets the stability she craves, and you get the girl of your dreams. It’s a win-win,” Zephyr couldn’t see why this was such a big deal. It wasn’t rocket science.

Jocelyn was ready to walk down the aisle. The key was whether Melvin was ready to take the leap.

All it would take was a nod from Melvin, and they’d be heading straight to a happy ending.

Yannick remained silent, a thoughtful frown appearing on his face. As Melvin’s buddy, he knew there had to be some deep-seated issues. What normal guy wouldn’t want to marry the woman he loved, to shower her with affection like no other?

It wasn’t about the basic love just between a man and a woman. Regardless of gender, when you love someone, no one could separate you if you stick to each other

Zephyr was right, the solution to Melvin and Jocelyn’s relationship just hung on Melvin’s decision.

Nursing a whiskey, Melvin’s gaze was distant as he muttered. “Just marry her, and that’s it?”

“What’s the alterative? You certainly don’t want to see her walking down the aisle with someone else, do you?” Zephyr shook his head in disbelief. “What exactly are you afraid of? is this decision really that hard? After three years, it’s time to give her an answer. If I were Jocelyn, I wouldn’t even wait a year before walking away.”

Yannick gave Zephyr a piercing look and asked, “What do you mean?”

Zephyr, caught off guard by the icy stare, quickly clarified, I mean, if I were Jocelyn. It’s not like I’d actually leave within a year myself.”

The chill in Yannick’s eyes slowly dissipated.

Melvin’s mind was reeling with the thought of marrying Jocelyn. For a brief moment, he actually considered just dragging her down to city hall to make it official

But as quickly as the thought came, he began to feel a tingling sensation on his scalp. A creeping feeling was all over his body, his mind growing more and more chaotic. A sense of suffocation emerged with a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. He even felt it hard to simply breathe.

“Melvin, you okay?” Zephyr noticed his discomfort.

Yannick reached out to touch Melvin’s hand. His brow furrowed at the coldness he felt. “He’s freezing Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“And sweating. Zephyr saw the beads of perspiration on Melvin’s forehead and turned to Yannick, “What’s wrong with him?”

Yannick shook his head. He had never seen Melvin like this before.

Realizing Melvin looked about to pass out, Zephyr didn’t hesitate. “We need to get him to the hospital.”

They helped Melvin into the car and sped to the hospital.

After a quick check-up, the doctor asked, “Did something frighten him?”

Zephyr and Yannick exchanged glances. Frighten him? No way.

“He seems to be experiencing anxiety-induced palpitations, the doctor observed Melvin’s condition, which seemed to have improved. “I suggest a visit to a psychologist.”

“A psychologist?” Zephyr was shocked.

Yannick looked at Melvin, who was now regaining his color, his eyes clearer but heavy with thought. “I’m fine,” Melvin insisted and was intended to leave.

Once Melvin stepped out, Zephyr asked the doctor uneasily, “You think he’s

got psychological issues?”

The doctor nodded, “He should be with these symptoms. It would be better to see a psychologist specifically to make a proper diagnosis

Zephyr frowned and turned to Yannick in uncertainty, “How could he possibly have a mental problem?”

in their eyes. Melvin was just as normal a businessman as they were. How could he possibly have psychological problems?

“We should talk to Yasmine Yannick suggested. “Let’s go check on him.”

Meanwhile, Melvin wandered aimlessly down the street. The wind was howling, passersby all huddled in their coats against the

stinging rain

The physical reaction he had experienced earlier still left him feeling chilled to the bone, though not as severely as before when it felt like his blood had frozen.

He hadn’t expected the mere thought of marrying Jocelyn would hit him so hard.

When Jocelyn had hinted at wanting a commitment before, his response had always been cold and indifferent. That was his defense

mechanism.

But now, even the slightest let-up had such severe side effects

“Melvin!” Yannick caught up with him.

Zephyr followed in the car and rolled down the window. “Melvin, it’s raining. Get in.”

Melvin seemed not to hear

Yannick walked beside him. The two tall and handsome men kept drawing glances as they strode down the street.

Melvin’s face showed signs of the day’s strain, yet it didn’t detract from his rugged charm but added a rebellious edge.

“We’ve known each other for what, five or six years? Yannick mused.

“Eight,” Melvin corrected

Yannick thought for a moment, “Right, eight Back then, you had nothing. Now, you’re worth a fortune.”

Melvin could see the drizzles in front of him clearly. Through them, he seemed to glimpse scenes from eight years ago.

“Back then, I was running with my brother-in-law. Ha, he was just a small-time crook A wry smile touched Melvin’s lips as he remembered his youthful follies.

Yannick laughed, “I remember I just bought a new cell phone, and you and your brother-in-law cornered me in an alley, demanding money. But he had some conscience though. At least he left me some money for a cab ride home.”

Melvin chuckled along, the sound mingling with the whispering rain.

“Man, I remember this one time, your brother-in-law and you were getting roughed up by some thugs. My cousin and I happened to walk by and gave you a hand.” Yannick’s expression darkened as he spoke, “Those lowlifes scattered like roaches when the police showed up. Even though it was you guys taking the hits, you bolted so fast when you saw my cousin in his policeman suit.”

Melvin paused, his eyes carried a hint of sympathy as he looked at Yannick.

“After my cousin saved you he got called away on duty. Yannick continued, “He didn’t say much before he left, but we all knew he was sent on a mission. It’s been 8 years with no message from him. My uncle and aunt have pretty much given up hope. Yannick patted Melvin on the shoulder. My cousin’s a policeman And if he’s gone, he went out a hero. But I’ve got a feeling he’s still out there. A stand-up guy like him, I bet he’s got a guardian angel looking out for him.”

Melvin just nodded, “Yeah, he’s gotta be ”

“You know, we’ve known each other for years, but I still don’t know what you’ve been through. I’ve asked, but you never spill the beans, Yannick quickly changed the subject, “What’s the deal with today’s situation? What’s going on with you?”

Melvin swallowed hard, eyes downcast, and remained silent.

Yannick furrowed, “Is it because of Jocelyn?”