When Love Breaks (Josephine) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 

It was Yvan Forbes, Zayn’s older brother. He stood at the hospital entrance, spealding with two men in suits. His long hair was tied back, and his expression was cool and distant. Wrapped in a black trench coat, he looked stylish and composed. 

The last time Josephine had seen van was three years ago, at the wedding. Yet, intruth, she had known Yvan longer than Zayn, 

Back then, she had been a director, and he was the composer of her film’s soundtrack. They even shared a brief, unspoken connection–until he got a girlfriend. she’d felt a twinge of regret but had soon yielded to her father and Joe’s suggestion of an arranged marriage with Zayn. 

At the wedding, Yvan had raised a toast to her and downed the drink without saying a word. Shortly after, he had left for abroad to pursue a career in music and hadn’t returned once in the past three years. 

Had he returned because Joe was gravely ill? 

Worry clenched Josephine’s heart as she quickened her steps toward the hospital entrance. 

As soon as she walked off, George whipped out his phone to call Ethan. “Mr. Dane, I just dropped Ms. Dunn at the hospital. The moment she got out of the car, she stared at some handsome hunk by the entrance for a full five minutes!” 

“Tive minutes? 

“Yeah!” George casped. “But to be fair, the guy’s ridiculously good–looking. He’s super tall, with long silver hair tied into a ponytail. He was wearing a trench coat and looked like a total heartthrob.” 

Mearstile, Josephine had no intention of running g into Yvan just yet. Three years was a long time, and their relationship to check on Joe and see how he was doing. 

p was complicated. For now, she just wanted 

To avoid Yvan, she purposely avoided the main entrance and slipped through the side door, heading swiftly to the elevator. Reller washed over her when she stepped Inside and watched the doors slide shut. But just as they were about to close completely, a large hand shot in, forcing the doors open. 

It was a scene straight out of a horror movie. 

The doors reopened, revealing a tall figure. His silver hair hung loosely, and his sharp, lazy eyes glinted with mischief. A silver hoop adomed his thin lips, giving him a rebellious, arrogant air. 

“You ran off the moment you saw What am I, a ghost? His tone was casual, but his presence filled the space as he stepped into the elevator 

Josephine frowned, and she was silent for a moment before responding, “I didn’t even notice you were there. 

He let out a derisive chuckle. “Right. Of course, you didn’t see me; you must’ve seen right through me.” His eyes crinkled into a smile as he locked eyes with her. The elevator ride from the first floor to the fifth shouldn’t have taken long, but for Josephine, it felt like an eternity. She had never felt time passing so painfully slowly before. 

The sound of the elevator doors opening rescued bet, and she immediately stepped out. However, as soon as she took her first step, Yvan’s voice drifted after hef cold and teasing. “I thought you said you weren’t avoiding me. It’s just a few steps away. Why are you running?” 

Josephine didn’t feel like talking to him. They hadn’t spoken in three years, and there was no reason to start now. 

Joe had his own private room in the general hospital. The door had no windows, leaving her unsure of what to expect inside. She knocked gently before calling out, “Uncle Joe, it’s me. I’ve come to see you.” 

Chapter 93