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.”

in pain as

a next

left after

watched his back, her smile gradually disappeared. She didn’t know where Lewis was going. She curled into a ball on the sofa, guarding the

pain in her belly. That pain was like a constant reminder

she was

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 them up one by

in a cold sweat, those beads of sweat dripped onto her palms, wetting the tablets of painkillers. She put everything she picked up into her mouth and swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of

out, the only other sound she heard was rain pattering on the

Josephine was able to pull herself together, and got up from the floor. Her gaze landed on a fruit knife

like she could see everything that had happened to her recently. Every image flashed. across the blade until it finally ended with an image of a bloody clump of

been in pain,

thin, red line emerged as the sharp blade pressed into her skin. She just had to pull lightly,

notification

opened her eyes, looking at the fruit knife in her hand. It took her a while before she took out her phone from

for so long. She couldn’t believe she sent it at a time like this. As her lashes twitched, she

said I was dumb; he was actually right. Tell me, what’s the point of a dumb woman like me living? I’m a waste of air and

she had a few drinks, as

off Josephine’s hand, hitting the floor with a clear clang. As her grip on her phone tightened, she typed swiftly,

sent text after text, but was met with silence. She searched her contact list and found Fred’s number, sending him a series

while, Fred replied.