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.”

looked up at the man. There was finally some color on her pale face. She tightened her fist. Her nails sank deep into her 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

intensely and continued,

flickered, and she couldn’t respond, her tears running violently at the corners of her

himself amused by that. He leaned toward

head away, but he held her face and turned her back. Things heated up as they continued to kiss. When Josephine heard

red. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and the way she weakly resisted exhibited a mix of reluctance and submission. This appearance drove Lewis

he only wanted to coax her, but he ended up

so she shut her eyes and

chin and

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

kissed her. Feeling the chill of the cold floor, he hastily yanked the bedsheet from the bed and carelessly

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

got into the

his promise and drove Josephine to

corner where Mrs. Jinkins had been, only to find that

searching for Mrs. Jinkins. She checked the corridors repeatedly, but she failed to locate her.

the wall. He watched as Josephine weaved her way through

searched everywhere, but in the end, she came back to Lewis’ side and looked

him.

seconds before he said, “She’s in the VIP

took her upstairs. It was

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.

turned around and gave Lewis a conflicting look. Lewis, who was standing at the door, tilted his head, signaling 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

asked,

pressed her lips and gestured, “What is her