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.

understand her signs, so she could only smile awkwardly. “It’s alright, I’ll clean it up. You should go back with your husband now that

gaze to look at Lewis. He reached for her hand and led her out.

the way home. Lewis drove

cold, soulless mansion. The place was

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

these days, aren’t we, Josephine? Running away from home

out all his fury through his fingers.

at Lewis‘ eyes through her suffering, observing the

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

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

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

me to do it. You don’t care where I am anyway, so why can’t I

actions spoke volumes about how angry

gaze bored into hers without a

much, so I’m giving way to let you be together.

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 had to do was give her a pat

out that she was capable of

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

a moment, she did not know. how to

neglecting her. and disliking her child stifled her so much that

took it out and had a look. It was

on her phone too. Before she could react, he’d

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

another glance. The anxiety in her eyes was palpable.

you ignoring my words

a sort of danger in Josephine’s eyes. She

table by

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

was a small storage room outside the mansion meant for parcels. Lewis went straight there

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

crouched down on the

“Move aside!”

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

Josephine by the