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

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 turned sharply toward Nadine, her

momentarily before she recovered. Her expression shifted, tears pooling in her eyes as she spoke in

unfair to Mr. Forbes. I understand you're trying

top of it all. Honestly, even if you're trying to make Mr. Forbes jealous, this guy is so beneath you it's embarrdising She

the tension and misunderstanding, flinched at Nadine's

really wasn't someone

drag her down, to male others look down on

"Haven't you said enough?"

grip tightened around the water glass in her hand, barely restraining her anger. She was this close to hurling

you wash

usually known for her gentle demeanor-had never

darted a glance at Zayn,

Look at her!

wasn't as soft and delicate as he

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

disgust or contempt in his expression, only jealousy

her bitterness, forcing herself