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.

so she could only smile awkwardly. “It’s alright, I’ll clean it up. You

look at Lewis. He reached for her hand

of them kept quiet on the way home. Lewis

fleeting when one was happy. Once again, Josephine was back in the cold, soulless mansion. The place was lavish and spacious. However,

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

days, aren’t we, Josephine? Running away

It felt as though he was letting out all his fury through his fingers. Josephine’s jaw ached so much that she felt it might shatter

at Lewis‘ eyes through her suffering, observing the storm that

fists, she stared at him for quite a while. Just as

all she saw was black. He went up to her and held her arms behind

at him emotionlessly. A wet. sheen crept up her

me to do it. You don’t care where

speak, her expression and actions spoke volumes about

gaze bored into hers

be together. Isn’t that good enough? Why have you

and he never had to take her feelings into consideration. All he had to do was give her a pat on the head, and she would be more

that he found out that she

process this new piece of information. “Were you acting out

moment, she

she had acted out of spite, but the thought of him neglecting her. and disliking her child stifled her so much that all she wanted

vibrated. She took it out and had a look. It was a message from. Avery.

could react, he’d already snatched

I’ve been locked up, and the cafe’s been raided. I feel so bad for my paintings. But I did all I could to keep your paintings safe. I’ve mailed them over to you. Remember to check that

message, he shot Josephine another glance. The

ignoring my

radiated a sort of danger in Josephine’s eyes. She

chucked her phone to the coffee table by the couch and strode

anticipating his next move, she

small storage room outside the mansion meant for parcels. Lewis went

the pile was a box that held the paintings that

rushed over and crouched down on the ground, protecting the box

“Move aside!”

shook her head with tears in her eyes, begging 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

expression was dour. He grabbed Josephine by