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.

did not understand her signs, so she could only smile awkwardly. “It’s alright, I’ll clean it up. You should go

He reached for her hand and led

home. Lewis drove them

was always fleeting 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

the entire way home. When they finally reached the mansion, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Josephine’s jaw,

we, Josephine? Running away from home

jaw was like a vise. It felt as though he was letting out all his fury through his fingers. Josephine’s jaw ached so much that she felt

Lewis‘ eyes through her suffering, observing the storm that was brewing in

while. Just as she was about to sign something, he threw

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

she stared at him emotionlessly. A wet. sheen crept up her eyes.

her arm. “Nobody taught me to do it. You don’t care where I am anyway, so why can’t I leave?” She signed.

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

hers without a word.

together. Isn’t that good enough?

rarely got into an argument with him, nor had she ever complained. She had always been obedient and docile, akin to a kitten. Whatever he said went, and he never had to take her

out that she was

while to process this new piece of information. “Were you acting out of spite?”

pausing mid–air. For a moment, she did

thought of him neglecting her. and disliking her child stifled her

then, her phone vibrated. She took it out and

she could react, he’d already

raided. I feel so bad for my paintings. But I did all I could

message, he shot Josephine another glance. The anxiety

scoffed. “Are you ignoring

a sort of danger in Josephine’s eyes. She shook her

table by the couch and strode

next move, she ran and caught up to him.

for parcels. Lewis went straight there and kicked at

at the bottom of the pile was a box that held the paintings that

constricted. She rushed over and crouched down on the

“Move aside!”

him to spare her the paintings. Those were not only Avery’s present for her, but they were also her hard work and effort. They were a symbol of the

dour. He grabbed Josephine by the wrist and flung her