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.”

heart was in pain as she stared at that distinctly

there be a next time?

left after

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

That pain was like a constant reminder that a life had left her body.

the second time. Both times, she was unable

painkillers inside. Her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the cap, and in the end, the contents of

forehead broke out 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 the bitterness of the painkillers or the intensity of the pain, but a bitter reflux got

laid on the cold, hard floor, crying her heart out, the only other sound she

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

she could see everything that had happened to her recently. Every image flashed. across

have been

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

that moment, a notification rang from

in her hand. It took her a while before she took out her phone from her pocket. It

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

how dumb can I be? Lewis said I was dumb; he was actually right. Tell me, what’s the point of a dumb woman like me living? I’m

drinks, as her

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

after text, but was met with silence. She searched her contact list and found Fred’s number, sending him a series of messages. Since Fred and Avery were close, he probably wouldn’t

while, Fred replied.