When Love Breaks (Josephine) novel Chapter 119

From the very first moment she laid eyes on Ethan, Josephine couldn't help but admire his flawless face and physique. Like at that moment, taking advantage of the fact that he was drunk, her gaze lingered on his face.

She had to admit, even in his intoxicated state, the sharp angles of his brows and the curve of his eyes were breathtaking. His lips, now noticeably redder than usual, stood out against his pale complexion, making him look like a vampire who had just finished a feast—strangely alluring.

After staring at him for a good while, she nudged his arm and said, "Hey, don't fall asleep here."

"I won't," he mumbled, but his voice was thick with drowsiness.

Still, he forced his eyes open and pushed himself up despite the dizziness. "It's late. Let's go home."

He took a step forward, reaching for his coat, but Josephine was quicker; she grabbed it before he could and even helped him put it on.

Ethan watched as she bustled around him like a little spinning top, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Then, he gently pressed a hand on her shoulder. "That's enough. I'm not so drunk that I can't put on my own coat."

By the time they stepped out of the hotel, it was already past 10:00 pm. Josephine caught sight of the warm, yellow lights flickering in the distance, their reflections shimmering on the water's surface. The entire scene had a cinematic quality to it, sparking an idea in her mind.

"Ethan, the view here is pretty nice. Why don't you sit down for a bit while I take some photos? I'll be right back."

She gestured toward a bench along the corridor, suggesting he take a seat. However, he shook his head. "Let's walk together. I need to sober up."

The sudden shout startled her. For a second, she thought she was imagining things. But when she turned around, she saw Yvan standing beneath a streetlamp, his silver hair slightly disheveled, exuding that same reckless arrogance. The silver ring on his lower lip gleamed under the light as his piercing gaze locked onto her.

Josephine froze. What was he doing here?

Her feet moved instinctively toward him, but then she noticed the woman standing beside him. With smokey eye makeup, a black leather miniskirt, and the same confident, untamed energy, she was sexy and captivating. Yvan had always liked this type of girl.

Even when he had been flirting with her, the girlfriend he'd suddenly got together with had looked just like this. Could this girl be his girlfriend? The thought made her stop in her tracks.

Yvan started toward her. "What the hell are you wearing?"