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.”

of pain that felt all too real. It served as a stark reminder of his

looked at her intensely

violently at the corners of her eyes. Lewis

found himself amused by that. He leaned toward her, kissed

turned her back. Things heated up as they continued to kiss. When Josephine heard the familiar sound of his rapid breathing, she raised her

eyelashes, and her eyes were red. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and the way she weakly resisted exhibited a mix of reluctance and submission. This appearance

he ended up

she shut her eyes and let him have

grabbed her chin and

energy to go to the hospital, she pursed her lips and remained silent for a few seconds before she reached out her arms to unbutton

cold floor, he hastily yanked the bedsheet from the bed

Josephine’s shaky steps and heated cheeks, the doctor’s expression cracked slightly. The

into the

his promise and drove

that another patient

checked the corridors repeatedly, but

arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. He watched as Josephine weaved her way through

end, she came back

him.

looked at her for a few seconds before he said, “She’s in the VIP ward

waiting for her to react, Lewis took her upstairs. It was

and gently pushed the door open, revealing Mrs. Jinkins lying on 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 heart slowly dissolved as she focused on the rhythmic beeping, finding solace in its reassuring cadence.

his head, signaling her to leave the room. She

closed the door and asked, “Are you

lips and gestured,