Chapter 122

The moment Josephine allowed Yvan to get close without pulling away, Ethan clenched his fist so hard his palm ached. The pink rose he had just bought was now crushed into a mess of petals in his grip. But when he saw the fleeting shock and confusion in her eyes after he pulled away from her touch, regret settled deep in his chest. He had worked so hard to earn her trust, and now he worried that this one move could ruin everything. "Ms. Dunn, Mr. Dane!" Just then, George's voice cut through the tension. Josephine glanced at him. "Let's go," she said before walking over to George. Ethan didn't follow immediately. Instead, he turned slightly, his gaze landing on the silver-haired man standing beneath a streetlamp in the distance. Yvan was talking to the woman beside him, his lips curled in a casual smile, but his eyes were locked on Ethan. The two of them were complete strangers, yet when their eyes met, something ignited—a silent clash, an unspoken hostility that neither of them ne