What Separates Me and You

What Separates Me and You

Chapter 25 Destroy What She Cares Most About

The tall, slender figure stood at the entrance with his back facing the sun, so

Josephine could not see his face clearly. Her grip on the plate in her hands tightened. subconsciously.

She did not know why he would suddenly come looking for her. Shouldn’t he bel enjoying his time with Sierra now?

“Are you done messing around?” he asked, sounding no different than how he usually did.

She had been missing for more than half a month, and all that amounted to him was her messing around?

Mrs. Casio was stunned and stood frozen on the spot, her gaze traveling between. the two.

“Who are you to Josie?” Mrs. Casio questioned spontaneously.

“I’m her husband.”

Mrs. Casio’s jaw dropped in bewilderment. This was not what she expected. She had thought that Josephine’s husband was a slacker who bummed around doing. nothing. Or a paunchy man who ordered her around, thinking he was all that.

Never had it occurred to her that he would be such a handsome young man with al commanding air to him.

“Josie said you didn’t want her anymore. Why have you come looking for her?”

Lewis turned slightly to look at Mrs. Casio. “Is that what she told you?”

Mrs. Casio paused. She didn’t know how she should answer that. Things did not seem to be as she thought. “Well…”

Lewis put on an amiable smile. “She ran away from home after throwing a tantrum. I’m sorry she’s given you trouble.”

“Oh, so that’s how it is.” Mrs. Casio smiled in acknowledgment and heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s better. I’m relieved. I was worried about the ba-”

Mrs. Casio was cut off by a loud, clattering sound. Josephine had lost her grip on the plate in her hand, and it crashed to the floor, shattering into smithereens.

Josephine hurried over to Mrs. Casio and signed. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to do that.

The fact was, she had done it on purpose. Had she not dropped the plate, Mrs. Casio would have spilled the beans on how she was pregnant.

“It’s alright, I’ll clean it up. You should go back with your husband now that he’s here for

at Lewis. He reached for her hand and led her

kept quiet on the way home. Lewis drove them back

when one was happy. Once again, Josephine was back in the cold, soulless mansion. The place was lavish and spacious. However, its lack of warmth and its loneliness was a

expression was dark the entire way home. When they finally reached the mansion, he suddenly reached

we, Josephine? Running away from home now,

vise. It felt as though he was letting out all his fury through his fingers. Josephine’s jaw

observing the storm that was brewing in

stared at him for quite a while. Just as she was about to sign something, he threw her on the couch.

brief moment, all she saw was black. He went up

on Josephine’s lips as she stared at him emotionlessly. A wet. sheen crept

me to do it. You don’t care where I am

she couldn’t speak, her expression and actions spoke volumes about how angry and

gaze bored into hers without a

to let you be together. Isn’t that good enough?

akin to a kitten. Whatever he said went, and he never had to take her feelings into consideration. All he had to do was give her

that he found out that she was capable of being angry

a while to process this new piece of information.

hands pausing mid–air. For a moment, she did not know. how to answer that.

her child stifled her so much that all she wanted to do was to escape this

phone vibrated. She took it out and had a

she could react, he’d already snatched

all I could to keep your paintings safe. I’ve

shot Josephine another glance. The anxiety in her eyes

ignoring my words now?”

in Josephine’s eyes. She shook her head vigorously, trying to

phone to the coffee table by

though anticipating his next move, she ran and caught up to

was a small storage room outside the mansion meant for parcels. Lewis went straight there and kicked at a pile of

was a box that held the paintings

pupils constricted. She rushed over and crouched down on the ground,

“Move aside!”

him to spare her the paintings. Those were not only Avery’s present

dour. He grabbed Josephine by the wrist and flung