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.

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

gaze to look at Lewis. He reached for her

quiet on the way home. Lewis

soulless mansion. The place was lavish and spacious. However, its lack of warmth and its loneliness was a stark difference from the

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

gutsy these days, aren’t we, Josephine?

he was letting out all his fury through his fingers.

observing the storm that was

him for quite a while. Just as she was about to sign something,

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

she stared at him emotionlessly. A wet. sheen crept

do it. You don’t

speak, her expression and actions spoke volumes about how angry and aggrieved she felt.

bored into hers without

I’m giving way to let you be together. Isn’t that good enough? Why have you brought me back?” Josephine signed.

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 feelings into consideration. All

he found out that she was

piece of information.

mid–air. For a moment, she did not know. how

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

out and had a look. It was a

on her phone too. Before she could react, he’d already snatched her phone away and tapped on

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

shot Josephine another glance. The

ignoring my words now?”

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

phone to the coffee table by the couch and strode

his next move, she ran and caught up

parcels. Lewis went

bottom of the pile was a box

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

“Move aside!”

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

He grabbed Josephine by the wrist and