When Love Breaks Novel Josephine And Zayne

Chapter 195

When he was done talking, he casually took something out of his pocket and tossed it over to her.

She scrambled to catch it. She realized it was a red tomato keychain, and it looked handmade. The keychain was rather oddly shaped, which looked like a kindergartener's homework.

"For you. It comes with the new album. It's a limited-edition piece.

"If I catch you throwing that away, remember that I have many ways to get back at you."

He then used his finger to flick her forehead again. His lips curled into a flirtatious smirk. Then, he took his phone out and said, "I have to get back to Crestwood for a while to appease my dad.

"Otherwise, I'm afraid he'll pass away from the anger and come haunt you."

Then, he left the hospital.

The entire time, Ethan stood somewhere not too far away. He had no intention of interrupting them.

Ethan walked over to Josephine only after Yvan had left. When he saw the tomato keychain in her hand, he took it from her to have a look at it.

"I guess this is his new album's merchandise. Can I have it?"

Josephine was taken aback. "Why would you want this?"

Ethan chuckled. "Actually, I listened to his songs after you posted his album. I thought they sounded great and got an album myself.

like to keep this

think his songs are

Josephine was very surprised.

kind of rap that was an acquired taste

the kind of underground rock music that was

it possible that he would

she saw Ethan nod, she could only choose

about merchandise, she said, "You can

and shoved it into his shirt pocket. "Thank

Yvan's album, purchased a copy, and listened to it while

one he released back when he was overseas. After returning to the country, Yvan

was catchy

However, even after listening to the entire

was a song about a beautiful relationship; one had a light and cheerful melody; and one was a positive and

songs were unlikely to be the ones

was the last song "Proof of

mask as

turns to dust. I'm always alone. This place is covered in red. Only fragments of the winter

one thing she felt after she finished

the sake

pretentious. He was moaning even when

a song dedicated