What Separates Me and You

Chapter 93 Total Control

Lewis moved quietly but noticeably enough to shock the two.

Upon seeing him rush in, Josephine’s eyelashes trembled. She had dreamed of his face countless days and nights, so his sudden arrival left her breathless. Deep down, she was happy with dying young because she wouldn’t have to suffer for long.

Meanwhile, the doctor’s back hunched slightly. He didn’t know whether Lewis had heard what he had told Josephine. Nevertheless, he shot to his feet, shuffling them while saying, “M-Mr. Alvarez.”

Lewis strolled over, his demeanor still frosty as he sat beside Josephine. “How is she?”

“Her fever has subsided. She should be okay if her body temperature doesn’t rise again tonight.”

Lewis nodded. “You may leave for now.”

Heaving a deep sigh of relief, the doctor rushed out, leaving Lewis and Josephine in the room.

Silence engulfed the space as Josephine stared at the man. Her chest felt heavy, as though a boulder had crushed her heart. Opposite her, Lewis lowered his head, gazing at her while reaching out to touch her forehead. Before he could, Josephine turned to the side.

That didn’t deter Lewis, who rested his cold palm on her forehead. He called out in a low voice, “Josie.”

Lips pursing tautly, Josephine froze but didn’t meet his eyes.

Even so, Lewis held her chin and forced her to look at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like how I did last night. Please don’t be mad.”

Josephine bit her lips while drilling her gaze into his eyes. She took in his gentle expression, finding it akin to how he used to look at her. However, she knew it wasn’t the same. He was merely putting on a show, and it wouldn’t be long before he would revert to his cold, vicious. nature. She secretly sighed, thinking, “He’s only doing this to lure me, his little plaything that’s about to escape, back to his side.”

Suddenly, Lewis’ hands dug into the blanket and held hers, his voice low as he coaxed, “I don’t care about what you did to him these past three days. I promise not to ask about it again. However, I swear to pay him back in kind for everything he did to you. How’s that?”

Still, Josephine pursed her lips. Her gaze was grim while she tried to gauge if Lewis was up to something. Alas, Lewis’ intentions remained unreadable from his reticent expression.

with his other hand. Come

easy for him to win her over. All it took was a few honeyed words to make her wag her

his deep stares, Josephine broke down in tears, her accumulated grief and resentment flooding her mind. She

Lewis fell silent.

to answer her question. Disappointment creeping into her eyes, she lowered her hands and succumbed to the weight

other hand, Lewis gripped her hand tightly,

if I should accept his apology, or I’ll be considered a

action immediately sent Lewis into another bout of silence.

gaze before he finally

buried

roughly 20 minutes, then returned with a bowl of oatmeal

still shook her head.

a spoonful of porridge to

way with

thundered, his voice abruptly taking on a tone of malice. “Since you don’t like this oatmeal porridge, I suppose there’s no need to keep that chef

done in the past. Back then, her naive self often assumed Lewis was only scaring her and wouldn’t do anything to her. However, after the incident with Avery, she not longer took Lewis’ threats

or not?” Lewis asked

head in silence for two seconds before turning to eat the spoonful of porridge.

frown soften. The corners of his lips became upturned

to lie down and nap. Yet, she couldn’t sleep even though Lewis’ back faced her. She watched his reflection from the window that had gotten dotted with

all the more obvious. Josephine saw him sitting next to her and gazing down at her from time to time. Eventually, Josephine shut her eyes, pretending to

waited until the door clicked shut to drop the act, opening her eyes

health mostly recovered. Once that happened, his visits. lessened. Even while doing all that, he still went

Seth outside the elevator. The latter smiled and greeted him, “Hey, Lewis. Did you get your

who put his hands in his