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. You should go back with your husband now that he’s here

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

on the way home.

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

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

we, Josephine? Running away from home now, huh?”

grip on her jaw was like a vise. It felt as though he was letting out all his fury through

suffering, observing the storm that was brewing in them.

as she

to spin, and for a brief moment, all she saw was black. He went up to her and held her arms behind her. “Who taught you to do that?”

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

You don’t care where I am

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

gaze bored into hers without

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

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 on the

only today that he found out that she was

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

For a moment, she did

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

it out and had a look. It

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

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

shot Josephine another glance. The anxiety in her eyes was

scoffed. “Are you ignoring my

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

her phone to the coffee table by

move, she

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

at the bottom of the pile was a box that held the paintings that Avery had mailed

Josephine’s pupils constricted. She rushed over and crouched

“Move aside!”

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

grabbed Josephine by the