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?”

a leather belt from nowhere and beat Quintin

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

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the leather belt at the former, his body trembling with rage. “You good for nothing, rotten piece of shit! All you ever do is give me trouble! I should beat you to death for it!”

around the belt tighter as he

off and yelled some distance away, “Dad,

”

How did I birth such a worthless rebel like you?” While saying that, Damian ignored the watchful eyes of the many bystanders as he chased after Quintin

like unhinged chickens. Many were amused, but this wasn’t the first time they had witnessed this. After all, Quintin was

his son had crossed the line today. Quintin had offended the esteemed Lewis by breaking into the latter’s car and stealing the latter’s dog. It pissed off Damian, who could no longer care about keeping up appearances. All he wanted

former’s blows. He had no choice but to get

slamming hard onto the accelerator while he drove himself and Quintin away from

entrance.

pounded fervently. Het clutched his chest, heaving to the point of fainting.

Jack asked, his eyes looking at Quintin through the rearview mirror. “Oh damn, I

slumped against the backseat while he replied,

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

“What? Why?”

her. It’s only fair that I get it back from

excuse, so Jack agreed.

two headed for the

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.

even

awake!” Jack exclaimed while turning around to look at Quintin, who had nearly fallen

Quintin. He shot to his feet and

She removed her oxygen mask and tried to get up, but her body collapsed backward. The bright, white lights made her face seem pallid, almost transparent. Yet, that only made

froze, asking, “Um. Do we know each

his face in detail, feeling he was familiar

worry about it. I don’t remember either. Why don’t we start over? I’m Quintin Fowler. What about