What Separates Me and You

Chapter 32 Are You So Eager to Get a Divorce?

Josephine turned to look at Tyler.

After a bout of silence, Tyler spoke up, “I’ll go down first.”

Josephine couldn’t let him go alone, so she quickly followed him and got out of the

car.

When they came up to Lewis’s car, he was smoking in the driver’s seat with his window down.

“Lewis, I’ve sent Josephine home. You…” Before Tyler could finish his sentence, he was cut off by Lewis’s cold and piercing gaze.

Lewis didn’t say anything. He flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers and tossed the butt on the ground. Glaring at Tyler, Lewis opened the car door and got out.

Josephine felt the subtle tension between the two men. She walked up to Lewis and tugged at his sleeve timidly.

Lewis glanced at Josephine, his eyes devoid of any warmth or pity.

“You, go inside.”

Josephine gestured, “It was Tyler who saved me…”

“Josephine!” Lewis interrupted her and sneered, “Since he was the one who saved you, are you going to give him a medal?”

Josephine’s hands froze in mid–air as she saw the contempt in his eyes. She silently lowered her arms.

Tyler spoke up, “Lewis, didn’t you know that Josephine had claustrophobia?”

Lewis’s expression remained stony. He stared at Tyler as his lips curled up into a mocking smile.

“You seem to be very aware of that.”

Stunned, Tyler didn’t know what to say. He sighed. “Okay, I won’t interfere in your family’s affairs. Josephine has just returned from the hospital, so you should know your limits.”

After speaking, he turned around and got back into his car, speeding off.

Tyler had guessed that something like this would happen when he agreed to help Avery out.

It was a gloomy day. At five in the evening, the sky was already dark.

The porch lights of the mansion automatically lit up. Attracted to the light, moths. gathered around the lampshade, looking for a way to get inside.

Josephine stood by Lewis’s side, looking down at her feet.

He stared at her for a moment in silence before entering the mansion.

She followed him without a word until they came to the living room.

turned around. Josephine managed

face closely. Her hair was a mess, and there were some stains

stood still

the doctor say?”

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gaze. It was obvious that he’d asked this question in an off–handed manner and not out of concern, He seemed to

care at all.

for

furrowed slightly.

her lower lip as her eyes filled with tears. She turned away to hide her tears from

chin and turned her face to him so that

Do you feel aggrieved?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, showing that he didn’t really care what she

broke free from his grasp and gestured, “Let’s get

frosty. “Say that again?”

on him, Josephine repeated her request in sign language firmly, “I want to

not fly into a rage like the last time. However, anger was burning in

Yes, she really wanted a

stared at Josephine for a moment, his face

your things and get out. Come back in two

that, he nonchalantly turned around and

stood there and watched him leave, dumbfounded.

went upstairs to pack her things.

as she didn’t want to take anything that Lewis had bought for her. Josephine put together a few things

the mansion a last look. She had lived here with

with everything she owned without another

she walked along the road that led

by giving her two weeks before finalizing the

to prove that she couldn’t

was penniless, and she really had nowhere to go. Just like what

how long she had been walking. The night grew darker, and the

area under the bridge was dimly lit by groups of people huddled around a fire, minding their own

from the others. She sat down against the wall and held her suitcase tightly to her chest.

to have realized her presence and looked over at

curled up into a heap and tried to

gazes.

bridges were typically either homeless drifters, migrant workers who wanted to save money, or thugs who had time

were dressed better than the others and even

whistled at her, “Hey, gorgeous, what

her suitcase tightly and kept her head down,

down on either side of her. The strong smell of cigarettes and body odor wafted into her nostrils. When they spoke, she could even smell their bad

guys; let’s have

why are you living

getting flanked in between