When Love Breaks Novel Josephine And Zayne

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

"You believe his nonsense? Zayn glared at Josephine, his anger barely contained.

"I've told you so much, and you don't listen to a single word I say, but you actually believe this kind of garbage? Even an idiot wouldn't buy that, and yet you do?"

Josephine was trembling with rape. "Zay, what right do you have to talk to me like this? I'm asking you nne last time, are you letting go or not? The more forceful her question, the darker Zayn's gaze became, his eyes blazing with intensity.

No, I'm not letting go. In fact, not only am I not letting go, but I'm also going to beat him up and smash the hand he dared to use to touch you"

Splash

Before Zarn could say another word, Josephine grabbed a glass of water from the table and threw it straight into his face.

It was just a glass of plain water-not much, and not even cold.

But the act itself was drenched in humiliation.

A few nearby guests, who had already been quietly observing the escalating argument, gasped audibly, some covering their mouths in shock. Nadine rushed over after hearing the commotion. For a brief moment, a smirk flickered across her lips before she quickly masked it with an expression of feigned concern

In a setting like this, humiliating Mr. Forbes like that-don't you think that's too much? It people recognize him and this gets out, how is Mr. Forbes supposed to save face? Nadine exclaimed. Josephine turned sharply toward Nadine, her eyes like daggers. "Shut up. This has nothing to do

shifted, tears

to Mr. Forbes. I understand you're trying to get his attention by staging a scene with another man, but look

poor, low-class, and ugly, and now he's acting inappropriately on top of it all. Honestly, even if you're trying

the tension and misunderstanding, flinched at Nadine's cruel words. His entire body trembled, and his head

really wasn't someone worth showing

to drag her down, to male others look

"Haven't you said enough?"

the water glass in her hand, barely restraining her anger. She was

more word and I'll make you wash your face with red

was usually known for her gentle demeanor-had never spoken to

glance at Zayn, silently pleading for him to

Look at her!

he claimed to love wasn't as soft and delicate as

Zayn merely wiped his face with his hand, his icy gaze fixed on Josephine. His

or

herself to maintain her