When Love Breaks (Josephine) novel Chapter 23

Nadine was already soaked from head to toe, but she didn’t seem to care. With a graceful motion, she flipped her wet hair back and gave Arthur a sultry 

“Arthur, H this the effect you were going for? 

Arthur burst into laughter, his eyes lighting up with excitement 

He strolled me to the edge of the pool, his gaze filled with encouragement, “Vou’re a bold and free–spirited girl. I admire that. What’s your name?” 

Nadine’s face lit up with delight. “I’m Nadine Sommers, an actress.” 

“Nice to meet you, Nadine,” he said, extending his hand 

it lightly 

Without hesitation, Nadine placed her hand in his, and Arthur leaned down to kiss it 

Her cheeks flushed red with excitement. “Anibar, I really admire you. Your cinematography, your sense of humor, your character–I love it all.” 

“Thank you” 

Arthur straightened up and turned to address the rest of the crowd. 

“What about the rest of you? Tou scared? I’ve heard Alantian women are notoriously timid, looks like that might be true. Back home, pool photos like this are super popular. No one’s afraid of them.” 

The girls, who had been hesitant just moments earlier, couldn’t help but envy the attention Nadine was receiving 

Hearing Arthur’s taunting words, a few of them, unwilling to be labeled as cowards, reluctantly stepped into the pool, one 

nolone after another. 

And once a few leaped, the rest followed. 

Before long, nearly seven or eight out of every ten women at the party were in the pool. 

On the sidelines Zan crossed his arms and let out a 

out a derisive snort. 

Did Arthur think no one here had ever been abroad? 

Zayn had attended countless parties overseas, and no one ever pulled stunts like this. 

Arthur wasn’t some amistic plus. He was nothing more than a lecherous creep trying to disguise his antics as “art“. It was a cheap, pathetic move. 

Sure enough, Arthur was exactly a big creep 

As more women entered the pool, their wet clothes outlining their elegant curves, Arthur’s excitement only grew. 

Grabbing a bottle of beer from the table, he shook it up, held it at his waist, and pretended to urinate, spraying the foam toward the women in the pool. 

The girls squealed and scrambled to get out of the way. 

But the pool was only so big, and with so many people crowded around, there was nowhere for the girls to escape 

In no time, they were drenched in beer, looking urterly humiliated and miserable. 

Watching this unfold, Josephine turned her head away, her heart simmering with anger. 

Arthur’s behavior wasn’t just disrespectful, it was outright degrading 

After spraying three bottles of beer, Arthur reached for another. But just as his hand touched the next bottle, he spotted Josephine, half–hidden behind a Large flower pot. 

He called out suddenly. 

Josephine trove, her paze snapping at him. 

Competiere,” he said, smiling brightly, his tone casual and familiar, as though they were lifelong friends. 

In an instant, every pair of eyes in the room turned toward Josephine. 

“Arthur knows her? He even called her by her first name.” 

“Isn’t she the one who was arguing with Nadine varlier?” 

Josephine’s irritation Hared. 

inasquerading as a party. 

let thing, she wanted was to get anywhere near this absurda