What Separates Me and You

Chapter 45 What’s the Point of Living

Josephine sat on the sofa, with Lewis drying her hair with a towel. Her face was extremely pale. With the lights above her head shining down at her, she looked as pale as a dead person.

Josephine was staring blankly into space, unmoving. Lewis looked at her, but he didn’t speak a word, continuing to dry her hair instead. He didn’t even ask what happened at Alvarez Manor. She wondered if he had already guessed it or if he just didn’t care what would happen if she went. It was the same as last time. After he found out, he was silent, not even asking her if it hurt.

Right, how would a mute be in pain?

After Lewis towel-dried her hair, he moved on to a blow dryer. She maintained her posture, never moving. Her silky black hair, which framed her face, made her even paler. It was as if she would turn transparent and disappear at any time.

Lewis stood behind her, not uttering a word. Both of them stayed like that in silence.

A ringtone suddenly rang out and broke the atmosphere. It was coming from Lewis’ phone. He put down the blow-dryer and took out his phone, walking to the side to receive the call.

Josephine’s lashes trembled. She turned to look at him and saw him speaking with a solemn expression. She then looked down at her belly, placed her hand on it, and stroked it.

The child was just like her-unwelcome.

She shut her eyes, but she did not cry. Perhaps she had no more tears left. Crying was only an expression of sadness. It could not express despair. Desperation was harder to express.

After Lewis hung up, he went back to Josephine and tussled her hair. “Don’t stay up late; I’m going out for a while.”

Josephine lifted her head, her sparkling eyes looking at him, and nodded with a smile.

Lewis frowned, turning to leave without a word. After a few steps, he turned back and said, “The next time she calls for you, call me.”

flickered. Her heart was in pain as she stared

be a next

after that.

She didn’t know where Lewis was going. She curled into a ball

in her belly. That pain was like a

was the second time. Both times, she was unable to

a few times to get to the first aid kit before she found the painkillers inside. Her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the cap, and in the end, the contents of the bottle spilled onto the floor. She kneeled down, picking

tablets of painkillers. She put everything she picked up into her mouth and swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of the bitterness of the painkillers or the intensity of

her heart out, the only other sound she heard was rain pattering on the glass windows inside the huge,

together, and got up from the floor. Her gaze landed on a fruit knife not far away. She walked toward it, numbly picking it up.

at the fruit knife, the blade reflecting light onto her face, and it was like she could see everything that had happened to her recently. Every image flashed. across

have been

line emerged as the sharp blade pressed into her skin. She just

that moment, a notification rang from

her a while before she took out her phone from her pocket. It was a message from Avery.

she sent it at a time like this. As her lashes twitched, she opened up Whatsapp and

Lewis said I was dumb; he was actually right. Tell me, what’s the point of a dumb woman like

a few drinks, as her

a clear clang. As her grip on her phone tightened, she typed swiftly, “Where are you?” But Avery didn’t

met with silence. She searched her contact list and found Fred’s number, sending him

a while, Fred