What Separates Me and You

What Separates Me and You

Chapter 24 He Doesn’t Want Us Anymore

Mr. Casio sighed. His heart ached for the young lady in front of him. Pushing the food to her, he urged, “Go on, tuck in. We don’t want the food to get cold.”

Josephine wiped her tears away and forced a smile.

She picked up a fork and ate hastily, stuffing her mouth.

From Mr. Casio’s point of view, she must have been starving for days.

As Josephine wolfed down the stroganoff, her tears kept falling into the plate and mixing in with the food that she ate.

The diner was owned by Mr. and Mrs. Casio, a middle–aged couple in their forties. They used to have a child, but the child had passed away due to a traffic accident.

They ran the diner and did what they could by trying their best to help people who couldn’t afford their meals.

Josephine sat in the diner for the entire afternoon and stayed on until after dark.

Mrs. Casio was quite worried about her, so she asked her husband, “This poor child, looks quite pitiful. Has she nowhere to go?”

“She can’t speak. I guess she’s looking for a job here.”

When most of the diners left for the night, Mrs. Casio approached Josephine. “Young lady, where do you stay?”

Josephine shook her head. She didn’t have a home. She hadn’t had one since she was five.

Mrs. Casio sighed. “Why don’t you stay here and work for us if you don’t have a place. to go? We have a storage room in the back where you can sleep. All you have to do is wash the dishes and keep the place clean during the day.”

Josephine was stunned. She looked at Mrs. Casio in wonder.

Mrs. Casio chuckled. “But we don’t make much too, so you’re not going to get any wages.”

Josephine nodded in agreement, and even though Mrs. Casio did not understand. sign language, Josephine still signed her a “Thank you“.

Mrs. Casio looked at her dazedly. She seemed to look past Josephine to a faraway place. “If my daughter was still alive, she’d be around your age.”

Josephine’s gaze was downcast as she kept silent.

They cleared out the storage room which had a metal bed frame in it. That was where they usually took a break after a long day in the diner.

it wasn’t as spacious and luxurious as Lewis‘ mansion, she felt an inexplicable sense

caressed her belly and thought to herself how nice it would be if Lewis didn’t come for her and she could keep

looked down at his wristwatch. to find that it was almost midnight.

upstairs, all to no avail. As

the walk–in wardrobe, pushed open the door, and found Josephine’s clothes still inside. His expression lightened up

living room and gave his

Alvarez gone

a cigarette and took a long drag. With a

something wasn’t right, so he immediately

to track her down. All they needed to do was to

saw that she got down at the last station, and

part

of

knew that Josephine had to be there.

fixed on the footage. displayed on the monitor. His face held no expression.

I bring Mrs. Alvarez back?”

Lewis shut off the CCTV footage and smirked.

had enough of a

things did not seem to go

per se, but still, it buzzed with customers after work hours. However, as they did not charge much for food, they did not

was very helpful and diligent. Not only did she

clean the tables after diners left without being asked to..

very pleased with her work, and they even felt bad for

believed, Josephine did not go back because she

treated her very well. They had their meals and went grocery shopping together. She had never felt

delusion that she finally had a

cook basic meals, but Josephine already knew how to

Josephine was always practicing her culinary skills after marriage. She trained herself to

them what she could cook, Mrs. Casio was impressed. “Josie, you’ve learned to cook before,

nodded as she

at all! Seems like we’ve wasted your talent by having you wash dishes! Should you be a chef here?”

nauseous at the smell of food these days, so she was worried

Casio was about to say something, Josephine felt her stomach churn. She immediately

quite a while, but all that

the back at the sight of

and wiped her mouth. She