What Separates Me and You

Chapter 102 Start Over

The shade of Damian’s face flickered between pale white and dark purple as he anxiously waited for his son’s return.

Sierra held Lewis’ hand while leaning closer to whisper, “Come now, darling, let’s drop this and leave. It’s not that big of a deal.”

She worried that her reputation would tarnish if Quintin returned and told everyone about Lewis locking Josephine in his car. Although Lewis would undoubtedly defend her honor, she still felt anxious; after all, she had a hand in letting Lewis lock Josephine up. Plus, she hated the idea of people comparing her, a mistress, to Josephine, Lewis’ wife.

Lewis merely glanced at Sierra while speaking curtly. “You should head home. I’m not driving you back.”

Jealousy gnawing at her heart, she grabbed his arm tightly and murmured, “No, I want you to drive me home.”

“Come now. Please behave, okay?” Lewis replied warmly, but his narrowed eyes told a

different story.

Anger flickered on Sierra’s face. She gritted her teeth, still refusing to relent. “I’ll wait for you here, then.”

“Whatever you wish.” Lewis no longer paid attention to her, nor did he plan to wait for

Quintin’s return. He got into the driver’s seat of his Maybach. Then, he frowned at Sierra, who hopped into the front passenger seat.

The latter buckled up her seatbelt before beaming. “Don’t worry. I don’t need you to send me home. I just want to go with you.”

She knew what Lewis was up to and didn’t want him to be alone with Josephine, so she insisted on tagging along.

“Are you sure you want to join me?” Lewis asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Am I not allowed to? I haven’t seen you in days! Can’t I spend a little more time with you?”

Lewis gazed at her momentarily but then looked ahead and drove down the road.

It wasn’t long after the two left that Quintin returned to the hotel. He exited his car and approached Damian. “What’s up, Dad?”

out a leather belt from nowhere and beat Quintin with

steps back as he clutched his sore forearm. With brows narrowing into a deep V, he growled, “What the hell, Dad?

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rage. “You good for nothing, rotten piece of shit! All you ever do is give me trouble! I should beat you to death

fingers wound around the belt tighter as he struck Quintin with it

distance away, “Dad, someone was in the car!

”

sneaky, disreputable friend! How did I birth such a worthless rebel like you?” While saying that, Damian ignored the watchful eyes of the many bystanders as

father and son duo that chased one another in the hotel like unhinged chickens. Many were amused, but this wasn’t the first time they had witnessed this. After all, Quintin

car and stealing

had no choice but to get back into his car and yell, “Jack,

Jack replied, his foot slamming hard onto the accelerator while he drove himself and Quintin away from the hotel. They

entrance.

Het clutched his chest, heaving to

at Quintin through the rearview mirror. “Oh damn, I bet your dad’s cutting

slumped against the backseat while he

he recalled the pitiful Josephine’s face and tensed up. A brief pause passed, then he relented, patting the seat

“What? Why?”

I’m losing my allowance because of her. It’s only fair that

was a reasonable excuse, so Jack agreed. “Fine.”

the two headed for the

when the two arrived. She was still wearing an oxygen mask, and the insides of it had become cloudy. Quintin bent over to examine the former for some time. Alas, he couldn’t tell if she

went by before Josephine stirred. She gasped hard, her eyes flinging wide open as fatigue took over. Worse, Josephine even found it taxing to wiggle her fingers. It was as though all her

around to look at Quintin, who had nearly fallen asleep on the

shot to his feet and ran toward

mask and tried to get up, but her body collapsed backward. The bright, white

asking, “Um. Do

tensed up. She examined his face in detail, feeling he was familiar yet also unsure where

worry about it. I don’t remember either.