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

forearm. With brows narrowing into a deep V, he

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rotten piece of shit! All you ever do is give me trouble! I should

the belt tighter as he struck Quintin with it again.

took off and yelled some distance away, “Dad, someone was in the car! Why won’t you believe me? I saved a

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wretched traits from your sneaky, disreputable friend! How did I birth such a worthless rebel like you?” While saying that, Damian ignored the watchful eyes

the father and son duo that chased one another in the hotel like unhinged chickens. Many were amused, but this wasn’t

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 to do now was beat

ran and dodged the former’s blows. He had no choice but to

and Quintin away from the hotel. They fled so abruptly that they broke the

entrance.

his chest, heaving to the point of fainting. Fortunately,

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

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

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

“What? Why?”

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

reasonable excuse, so

two headed for

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

even found it taxing to wiggle her fingers. It was as though all her energy had gotten spent once she gasped

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

He shot to his feet and ran toward the hospital bed, smiling.

mask and tried to get up, but her

froze, asking, “Um. Do we know

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

dismissively, saying, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t remember either. Why don’t we start over? I’m Quintin Fowler. What