When Love Breaks (Josephine) novel Chapter 120

Josephine froze for a second before recalling her outfit for the night. All of a sudden, she felt a little self-conscious. "I like it. Not that it's any of your business. But you—shouldn't you be in Crestwood taking care of Uncle Joe instead of wandering around aimlessly here?"

Yvan scoffed. "I like wandering around. Not that it's any of your business."

Josephine was rendered speechless. "Uncle Joe's seriously ill this time. Even if there's nothing you can do, you should still visit him every day and be there for him. Don't regret it later."

"Oh?" Yvan tilted his head, smirking like he was waiting to pick a fight. "Got it. You're basically hoping my dad won't make it."

Josephine sucked in a sharp breath. "Are you out of your mind? How could you twist my words like that?"

Yvan's smirk deepened. "Isn't that what you meant? Then go on; explain yourself. What kind of regrets were you talking about?"

"I…" Damn it. That was what she meant. Josephine was at a loss for words. She glanced at the smokey-eyed woman standing next to him, who was eyeing her with hostility, and decided it was better to keep her distance from him to avoid making his girlfriend jealous.

"I don't have time for this. Do whatever you want." with that, she turned on her heel to leave—only to walk straight into the man behind her. The impact was so sudden she almost lost her balance and fell.

The man she bumped into was obviously drunk. He swayed slightly, cursing under his breath. "Watch where you're going!"

But the moment he got a good look at Josephine's face, his expression shifted. His eyes roamed over her, and a lewd grin spread across his face. "Damn, you're gorgeous! If you call me handsome, I'll let you go."

Josephine was about to apologize when a tall figure suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking her view. It was Yvan. He grabbed the drunk's collar and shoved him forward. "Scram!"

The drunk lost his balance and crashed onto the ground. He looked furious, about to start cursing again—until his eyes met Yvan's. One look at that sharp, menacing glare, and he swallowed his words. Clicking his tongue in frustration, he rose to his feet, grumbling as he walked away.