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.

around. Josephine managed to stop

face closely. Her hair was a mess,

and stood still like a

the doctor say?”

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an off–handed manner and not out of concern, He seemed to have forgotten that it

care

remained motionless for a

brows furrowed

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

Lewis grabbed Josephine’s chin and turned her face to him so that

in his voice, showing that he didn’t really care what

grasp and gestured, “Let’s get a

frosty.

him, Josephine repeated her request in sign

a rage like the last time.

nodded. Yes, she really wanted a divorce.

Josephine for a moment,

your things and get out. Come

that, he nonchalantly turned around and left the

and watched him leave, dumbfounded.

tightly, she silently went

to take anything that Lewis had bought for her. Josephine put together a few

the mansion a last look. She had lived

she turned away and left with everything she owned

walked along the

he want to prove by giving her two weeks

prove that she

like what Lewis said, if she left him,

had been walking. The night grew darker, and the air was freezing. She wrapped her

last, she came to a bridge. The area under the bridge was dimly lit by groups of people huddled around a fire, minding their own business.

for a moment before walking to a spot far away from the others. She sat down against the wall and held her suitcase tightly to her

her presence and looked over at Josephine.

a heap and tried to

gazes.

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

them were two thugs. They were dressed better than the others and

thugs approached Josephine and whistled at her, “Hey, gorgeous, what are

suitcase tightly and kept her head down,

and body odor wafted into her nostrils. When

let’s have a nice chat.”

nicely, why are you living under the bridge like

in between