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 with

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

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belt at the former, his body trembling with rage. “You good for nothing, rotten piece of

around the belt tighter as

yelled some distance away, “Dad, someone was

”

a worthless rebel like you?” While saying that, Damian ignored the watchful eyes of

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 was

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 to do

ran and dodged the former’s blows. He had no choice but to get back into his car and yell, “Jack,

accelerator while he drove himself and Quintin away from the hotel. They fled so abruptly that they broke the railing at

entrance.

escape angered Damian so much that his heart pounded fervently. Het clutched his chest, heaving to the point of fainting. Fortunately, someone

we going, Quintin?” Jack asked, his eyes looking at Quintin through the rearview mirror. “Oh damn, I bet

Quintin slumped against the backseat while he replied, “Whatever, I don’t

pause passed, then he

“What? Why?”

allowance because of her. It’s only fair

a reasonable excuse, so

a sharp corner, the two

and the insides of it had become cloudy. Quintin bent

fatigue took over. Worse, Josephine even found it taxing to wiggle her fingers. It was as though all

around to look at Quintin, who

feet and ran toward the hospital bed, smiling. “You’re

eyes, and pearly white teeth. 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

froze, asking, “Um. Do we know each other?”

She examined his face in detail, feeling he was familiar yet also unsure where they

I don’t remember either. Why don’t we start over? I’m Quintin