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 that.

back, her smile gradually disappeared. She didn’t know where Lewis was going. She

pain was like

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

from the sofa with difficulty, tumbling 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

and swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of the bitterness of the painkillers or the intensity of the pain, but a bitter reflux got stuck

out, the only other sound she heard was rain pattering on the glass windows inside the huge, quiet mansion.

able to pull herself 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.

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 the blade until it finally ended with

been in pain,

her eyes and felt the blade on her wrists. A thin, red line emerged as the sharp blade pressed into her skin. She just had

moment, a notification rang from

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

a message she had been waiting for, for so long. She couldn’t believe she sent it at a time like this. As her lashes twitched, she opened up Whatsapp and listened to her

Tell me, what’s the point of a

few drinks, as

hitting the floor with a clear clang. As her grip on her phone tightened, she typed swiftly, “Where

contact list and found Fred’s number, sending him a series of messages. Since Fred and Avery

while,