Chapter 108

Josephine had assumed it was Zayn, and she had even braced herself for another confrontation. But when she turned around, she was met with a completely different face. It was Yvan. He had shrugged off his trench coat, leaving only a black dress shirt underneath, paired with a red-and-black bowtie. His silver hair was messy and flowing, giving him an almost unreal, comic book-like appearance. Years ago, men like him had been her weakness. One look, and she'd be lost in a daze for days. But now, her tastes had changed. Josephine was immune to his type. Hence, after barely sparing him a glance, she looked away. "What are you doing here?" Yvan tapped his fingers against the staircase railing, the metal clinking as his eight rings knocked against it in an erratic rhythm. "What, is this your property? Am I not allowed to use it?" Josephine shot him a cold look. "Why are you acting like someone just shot you? You ate my pastries, and this is how you repay me?" He scoffed. "I used to bu