When Love Breaks (Josephine) novel Chapter 206

"Oh?" Ethan smiled faintly. "It's fine. It happens a lot when I'm seen with other women, too."

So, she wasn't the only one? After hearing that, Josephine instantly relaxed. Little did she know she was the only woman ever seen entering and leaving GrainWave Tech alongside Ethan. Not only that, but since the branch's establishment, she was also the only person who had ever stepped foot into his office.

As they walked toward the parking lot, she suddenly caught a faint click. Being a director who was well-versed in cinematography, she was extra sensitive to that sound. Her eyes snapped toward the source almost immediately—a cluster of bushes not far away.

Why would there be the sound of a camera shutter coming from inside the shrubbery this late at night? Her brows drew together as she strode toward it. "Who's there? Show yourself!"

Ethan followed her, unaware of what was happening. But the moment she called out, he instinctively stepped forward, positioning himself between her and whatever—or whoever—was hiding behind the bushes.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, the rustling of leaves and a man in a black baseball cap slowly stood up. He wore a vest and had a camera slung around his neck—the classic look of a paparazzo.

Josephine had already suspected as much, but now that she had confirmation, her gaze turned ice cold. The moment she spotted the camera in his hands, she lunged for it.

The paparazzo dodged swiftly. "Hey! What the hell? I'm just a photographer! I'm shooting night scenes—what's it got to do with you? Don't touch me!"

"Night scenes?" she sneered. "I had no idea one needed to hide in the bushes for that. Cut the act! Hand over the camera, and we can forget this ever happened. Otherwise, I'm calling the cops, and we can let them decide if you were really shooting night scenes or pictures of me!"

The man scoffed. "Why the hell would I be taking pictures of you? You're not even a celebrity. Don't flatter yourself, bitch!" Cursing under his breath, he turned to leave.

Truthfully, she already had an idea. Her identity as Director Jo hadn't been exposed yet—there was no reason for the paparazzi to target her for that. The only other reason she might be targeted was because she was Zayn's wife.

Ethan looked at the man, his tone sharp and icy. "Did Zayn send you?"

Before the paparazzo could answer, Josephine cut in. "No, it couldn't have been him."

Ethan immediately turned to her, puzzled by how certain she sounded.