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?”

brought out a leather belt from

clutched his sore forearm. With brows narrowing into a deep V, he growled,

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good for nothing, rotten piece of shit! All you ever do is give me trouble! I

his fingers wound around the belt tighter as

He took off and yelled some distance away, “Dad, someone was in the

”

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

unhinged chickens. Many were amused, but this wasn’t

into the latter’s car and stealing the latter’s dog. It pissed off Damian, who could no longer care about

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

slamming hard onto the accelerator while he drove himself and Quintin away from the hotel. They fled so abruptly that they broke the

entrance.

clutched his chest, heaving

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

of all energy, Quintin slumped against the backseat while he replied, “Whatever, I don’t need his money.”

A brief pause passed, then he relented, patting the seat before

“What? Why?”

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

a reasonable excuse, so

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

her eyes flinging wide open as fatigue took over. Worse, Josephine even found it taxing

while turning around to look at Quintin, who

He shot to his feet and ran toward the hospital bed, smiling. “You’re

teeth. She removed her oxygen mask and tried to get up, but her body collapsed backward. The bright,

“Um. Do we know

in detail, feeling he was familiar yet also unsure where they

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