Chapter 20

"You believe his nonsense?" Zayn glared at Josephine, his anger barely contained. "I've told you so much, and you don't listen to a single word I say, but you actually believe this kind of garbage? Even an idiot wouldn't buy that, and yet you do?" Josephine was trembling with rage. "Zayn, what right do you have to talk to me like this? I'm asking you one last time, are you letting go or not?" The more forceful her question, the darker Zayn's gaze became, his eyes blazing with intensity. "No, I'm not letting go. In fact, not only am I not letting go, but I'm also going to beat him up and smash the hand he dared to use to touch you." Splash. Before Zayn could say another word, Josephine grabbed a glass of water from the table and threw it straight into his face. It was just a glass of plain water—not much, and not even cold. But the act itself was drenched in humiliation. A few nearby guests, who had already been quietly observing the escalating argument, gasped audibly, some co