What Separates Me and You

Chapter 112 The Decision Is Yours

Josephine stared at Lewis’ stormy eyes and grimaced as weariness overwhelmed her. With a resigned gesture, Josephine let her arms fall to her sides, surrendering to her fate. Powerlessly, she closed her eyes, as if accepting her impending slaughter.

The way she looked made Lewis feel frustrated and helpless, and for a moment, he really had the impulse to choke her to death. Even the master would panic if his docile and well-behaved pet suddenly learned to rebel. Veins bulged on the back of his hand, his knuckles whitened, and his grip on her neck trembled. However, in the end, he gradually loosened his grip on Josephine’s neck.

Air rushed into Josephine’s lungs, and she abruptly opened her eyes, coughing as she lay on the ground.

Lewis crouched down in front of her. He grabbed her shoulders and said in a deep voice, Josephine, did I not tell you that we can be like how we used to be if you’re obedient? Be obedient and listen to me, okay?”

Josephine stopped coughing and turned to look at him with her bloodshot eyes. She suddenly smiled, looking uglier than when she was crying. She did not know how obedient she must be. Josephine had no idea what he meant by “listening.” Was it to refuse communication with anyone else and devote her entire being to him? He never once looked her way when he completely consumed her heart and mind. He neglected her, kept her at arm’s length, and abandoned her like a worn-out shoe. It was hilarious that he expected her to listen to him obediently.

Josephine had to admit that, despite the course of twenty years, she had never truly understood him.

Lewis averted his gaze, refusing to look at her expression. He simply held her in his arms, like he wanted to pull her into himself.

Josephine felt suffocated by his grip, and like a rag doll, she was flaccid in his arms.

The doctor was at the door, hesitant as to whether he should enter the room. Josephine looked at the doctor and shook her head. She knew what he wanted to say, but she did not want his help. Over the years, she had received countless peculiar looks. Among them were scornful ones and sympathetic ones. It was limitless.

Josephine did not want the doctor to speak on her behalf. She feared that any love she might receive would be out of sympathy. She would prefer not to have it at all if that were the case. To her, sympathy was the shallowest and most insincere emotion one could offer.

The doctor seemed to understand her gaze. He sighed and quietly walked away from the room.

Lewis hugged her for a while before releasing her. He lowered his head and Idssed the corner

of Josephine’s teary eyes. He then looked deep into her eyes and said, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

palm, eliciting a sharp sensation of pain that felt all too real. It served as a stark reminder of his uncanny ability to exploit her vulnerabilities. Whenever she found herself teetering on the edge of giving up, he would swoop in, rescuing her from the bottomless abyss and offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of the enveloping

intensely and continued, “Okay?”

she couldn’t respond, her tears running violently at the corners of her eyes. Lewis wiped

amused by

but he held her face and turned her back. Things heated up as they continued to kiss.

were red. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and the way she weakly resisted

but he

shut her eyes and let him have his way with

grabbed her chin and said hoarsely,

her eyes only to see the lust in his, and her gaze flickered. To reserve the energy to go to the hospital, she pursed her lips and remained

the chill of the cold floor, he hastily yanked the bedsheet from the bed and carelessly spread it on the

and heated cheeks, the doctor’s expression cracked

into the

promise and drove Josephine

been, only to find that another patient had occupied the

She checked the corridors repeatedly,

stood nearby with his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. He watched as Josephine weaved her way through the crowd, and his gaze

came back to

him.

few seconds before he

aback. Without waiting for her to react, Lewis took her upstairs. It

the bed. Josephine hurried inside and knelt beside Mrs. Jinkins’ bedside. Mrs. Jinkins had her eyes tightly shut, and the monitor beside her emitted a steady beeping sound. The anxiety in Josephine’s

her to leave the room. She was not as worried now that Mrs. Jinkins’ condition had stabilized, so she obediently stood up and left the

closed the door and asked,

pressed her lips and gestured, “What is