What Separates Me and You

Chapter 120 It Means That You Love Me

Lewis’ gaze flickered as he stared into Josephine’s eyes, suddenly speechless. His silence meant hope for Josephine. She continued to gesture, “I’m scared of being alone at home.”

When Lewis withdrew his hand, Josephine felt a sudden void in her heart. He tenderly caressed her cheek and murmured, “Then come with me.”

Josephine looked at him with bewilderment. He wanted to take her to meet Sierra? For some reason, she remembered being confined in the car by him, and Josephine withdrew her hand. She stood up and signed, “I’m going to bed.”

After that, she went upstairs without looking back. Just as she reached the top of the stairs, she heard the sound of the door closing. It resonated like a slap against her face. Josephine abruptly turned, her gaze distantly fixed on the firmly shut door.

She grimaced and rebuked herself. She pinched her arm, allowing the pain to bring clarity to her mind. What was she hoping for? Everything that happened yesterday was just an illusion. He could entirely disregard her as long as she returned obediently. After all, he was always capable of regaining control. In the end, the one in control would always be the one to emerge victorious in any relationship.

Josephine had hurried away earlier, ignoring the discomfort in her knees. Now, a sharp stinging pain surged through her knees. She sat on the stairs, cradling her knees in her hands. Tears streamed down her face as she peered down from above. The mansion loomed larger than before, exuding a chilling aura in the dim light. The furniture, bathed in soft illumination, appeared hauntingly forlorn.

She touched her forehead, and it felt warm. She was unsure if she had a fever.

Conrad entered the mansion with dinner and noticed her sitting alone on the stairs, looking like an abandoned puppy awaiting its owner’s return. He felt a pang in his heart. He walked toward the stairs, looked up, and called out to Josephine, “Mrs. Alvarez, come down and have dinner.”

Josephine’s empty stare shifted, and she lowered her head to look down. Her legs were slightly numb as she forced herself up from the floor. She almost stumbled when standing up, but she caught the railing in time.

Conrad was startled as well. It would have been disastrous if she had fallen. He said, “Mrs. Alvarez, please take your time to come down the stairs. There’s no need to rush.”

Josephine made her way down the stairs and followed Conrad to the dining table. He prepared the food and stood next to her, adding, “President Alvarez instructed me to make sure you finish eating before I leave.”

Josephine froze for a moment. He truly had considered everything. She took her spoon and ate

tasting like wax

finished eating. He reminded her before he left, “Mrs. Alvarez, remember to lock

he too left, and the

felt imprisoned within its walls, restricted by invisible chains that would forcefully

was quite far. It took Lewis two hours to

set, and only Sierra was waiting at the entrance. Someone asked, “Ms. Woods, are you waiting for

a smile. She felt slightly frustrated that Lewis had

challenging for newcomers to advance without a benefactor to promote them. So most of the celebrities here had a benefactor. They were curious to discover Sierra’s benefactor, someone whom even their benefactors wouldn’t dare offend. They couldn’t help but relish the irony if it turned out to be

a smooth stop in front of Sierra as everyone conversed and laughed. The onlookers grew hushed, their gaze fixated

she

he turned around, his distinctive facial features came into view. In the dim light, his cold, disinterested eyes appeared especially frigid. It was as if he were an emotionless god,

on television, in the press, or at high- level business events. Since Lewis wasn’t involved in the entertainment industry,

widely known, especially among these celebrities who regularly interacted with influential figures from various industries. It finally dawned on them-this man was Sierra’s

wrapped her arm around Lewis’ arm and questioned, “Why did you drive

did it

waist. “Just two hours. Did you have to wait

warmly, but my hands are a little

and said, “Let’s get

she nodded and leaned into the man’s embrace. Then, before an envious audience, they climbed into the car and drove

women stood together, exchanging glances filled with envy. Sitting in the car, Sierra couldn’t contain her joy as she spoke to Lewis, a smug expression on her face. “You won’t believe what I just heard, Lewis. They were saying that the person behind me was an old, ugly man, possibly bald. It made

there with me for so long, and now they