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.

awkwardly. “It’s alright, I’ll clean it up.

gaze to look at Lewis. He reached for her hand

of them kept quiet on the way home. Lewis drove them

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 stark difference

he suddenly reached out and grabbed Josephine’s jaw, emanating a frosty air all around.

we, Josephine? Running

he was letting out all his fury through his fingers. Josephine’s jaw ached so

through her suffering, observing the storm that

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

above her seemed to spin, and for a brief moment, all she saw was black. He went up to her and held her arms behind her. “Who

smile tugged on Josephine’s lips as she stared at

“Nobody taught me to do it. You don’t care where I

speak, her expression and actions spoke volumes about

gaze bored into hers without

I’m giving way to let you be together. Isn’t that good enough?

obedient and docile, akin to a kitten. Whatever he said went, and he never had to take her feelings into consideration.

only today that he found out that

a while to process this new piece of information. “Were you

hands pausing mid–air. For a moment, she

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

She took it out and had a look.

at Lewis. He had his eyes on her phone too. Before she could react, he’d already snatched

for my paintings. But I did all I could to keep your paintings safe. I’ve mailed them over to you. Remember

Lewis read the message, he shot Josephine another glance. The anxiety in her eyes

you ignoring my words now?”

sort of danger in Josephine’s eyes. She shook her head vigorously, trying

to the coffee table by

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

outside the mansion meant for parcels. Lewis went straight there and kicked at a pile

at the bottom of the pile was a box that

She rushed over and crouched down on the ground, protecting the box with her body.

“Move aside!”

eyes, begging him to spare her the paintings. Those were not only Avery’s present for her, but they were also

expression was dour. He grabbed Josephine by the wrist and flung her aside.