When Love Breaks (Josephine) novel Chapter 202

Josephine couldn't believe that Ethan still remembered something so insignificant. She couldn't help but arch her brow, feeling like his attentiveness toward her was starting to seem a little... excessive.

Was it really necessary to go this far just to stay on her good side? Unless… No, that couldn't be it. He had made it clear that he already had someone he really liked and had done a lot for her. In fact, everything he was doing now was just to get closer to her.

She shouldn't overthink it. There was no point in getting carried away with silly ideas. Besides, she really did love the cakes from that shop. So, with a smile, she nodded. "Alright, thanks. I'd love that."

Josephine got into his car, and as she went to fasten her seatbelt, she realized—was he really going to be the driver again? Had his driving skills improved at all?

Noticing her hesitation, he couldn't help but chuckle. "What's wrong? Do you not trust my driving?"

Now that she had gotten more familiar with him, Josephine didn't bother sugarcoating her words. "It's not that I don't trust you—it's more like I trust you too much."

He drove so slowly that even if they did get into an accident, it would probably feel like crashing into a pile of cotton. What was there to be worried about?

Still, she was curious. "I can't be the only person who's ever complained about your driving, right?"

Ethan smiled. "Actually, you're the only one who has complained about my driving."

"Wow, you've got some really kind friends, then."

She had no idea how much time had passed when a distant honking sound stirred her awake. Still half asleep, her vision was blurry, but before she could fully open her eyes, a warm hand gently covered them. "There's a high beam outside. It's really bright, so don't open your eyes just yet."

Before her thoughts fully clicked into place, she caught a familiar scent of white tea. Through the corner of her vision, she caught a glimpse of the glaring headlights outside. Instinctively, she reached up and grasped his hand, pressing it against her eyes as if shielding herself from the harsh light.

The unfamiliar sensation jolted her awake. Realizing what she had just done, she quickly let go of his hand, feeling a little embarrassed. "Don't tell me that your hand cream is custom-made too," she muttered, trying to cover up her awkwardness. "It smells just like your cologne… and your laundry detergent."

Ethan chuckled, his voice warm. "It is. It's all made in the same lab. If you're interested, I can take you there sometime and have them create a custom scent for you too."

"Deal!" she responded eagerly. Who in their right mind wouldn't want their own scent? Josephine had been secretly envious of this luxury for a while now.