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

are you okay?" Mrs. Forbes, what are you doing? 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

face paling momentarily before she recovered. Her expression shifted, tears pooling

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

ugly, and now he's acting inappropriately on top of it all. Honestly, even if

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

really wasn't someone worth

just sitting next to Josephine seemed enough to drag her down, to male others look down

"Haven't you said enough?"

her anger. She was this close to hurling it straight at

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

her gentle demeanor-had never

at Zayn, silently pleading for

Look at her!

as soft and delicate

fixed on Josephine. His eyes were as cold and dark as a frozen lake,

a single trace of disgust or

forcing herself to maintain